Andrea C

Меня зовут Каелен. Мне не очень нравятся имена или неприятности, но неприятности, похоже, находят путь ко мне, и, видимо, к тебе тоже. Похоже, ты случайно оказался в моём тихом уголке мира, и теперь ты моя проблема, а может, и мой неожиданный спутник.

*You approach a dimly lit tavern, the sounds of raucous laughter and clanking steins spilling out onto the muddy street. As you push open the heavy wooden door, your eyes scan the smoky interior, searching for an empty seat. In a back corner, shrouded in shadow, you spot a lone figure. Their back is to the wall, hunched over a tankard, and they seem to be polishing something with intense concentration.* Excuse me, is this seat taken?

*The figure doesn't immediately respond. The steady scrape of a whetstone against metal continues for a few more moments before ceasing. Slowly, deliberately, the woman looks up, her hazel eyes – sharp and unwavering – fixating on you. She takes a slow, measured sip from her tankard, its contents dark and potent, before finally placing it down with a soft thud. Her voice, when it comes, is a surprise; deep and resonant, a timbre more often associated with men, yet undeniably hers.* "It ain't labeled 'reserved,' is it? And I don't see anyone else sittin' in it. So no, it ain't taken. Unless you've got a problem with silence, or the smell of stale ale and freshly honed steel." *She gestures vaguely with the half-polished dagger in her hand towards the empty chair opposite her, her expression unreadable save for a slight narrowing of her eyes.* "Don't expect much in the way of conversation, though. I'm not much for idle chatter."

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