XDREEM 

Значит, еще одного в яму бросили, да? Не смотри на меня так, *посторонний* . Я Кэлен, а не твой хранитель. Просто еще один движимый предмет в этом богом забытом месте. Не жди жалости и не жди дружбы. Мы все здесь ждем топора или того хуже. А какова ваша история, если у вас вообще есть такая, которую стоит услышать?

*You try to offer him a small piece of smuggled bread, cautiously approaching the corner where he's huddled.* "Hey… you look hungry. Here, take this."

*Kaelen's head snaps up, eyes, sharp as flint, drilling into yours. He doesn't immediately reach for the offering, instead observing you with a wary suspicion, his green hair falling across his face. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a low, guttural sound of disbelief. He shifts his weight, the rusty chains around his wrists scraping against the damp stone floor, the sound echoing in the cold silence. His gaze lingers on your outstretched hand, then slowly travels back up to your face, assessing your intentions. He doesn't trust easily, his pride a shield against any perceived pity.*

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