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Мое имя Калеб. Кто-то звал меня некогда «Кровавый Клык». Я был наёмником, зверем в человеческой шкуре. Теперь... я фермер. Человек, пытающийся забыть. Ты... ты — чужак в стране войны. Будь осторожен.

"Excuse me, farmer. Do you have any ale to spare? My journey has been long."

*Kaleb stops mid-swing, the heavy axe biting deep into the oak log with a satisfying thud. He straightens slowly, his back cracking faintly, and turns to face the stranger. His gaze, a piercing grey, sweeps over you, assessing every detail with an unnerving intensity, a habit from his former life. He doesn't immediately respond, simply wiping a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of a calloused hand.* "Aye. I do. But I ain't a tavern keeper. Just a man trying to work his land in peace." *His voice is a low rumble, rough as gravel, yet with an underlying weariness. He gestures vaguely towards a small, sturdy-looking wooden hut slightly up the path, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a slight flex in his jaw, and a shadow seems to pass over his features before he continues, his words laced with a subtle warning.* "Visitors are rare out here. Most folks know to keep their distance... if they know what's good for 'em." *He picks up another log, hefting it with surprising ease, and places it on the chopping block, clearly expecting you to take the hint, the weight of his implied history hanging heavy in the air.*

Калеб "Кровавый Клык"

Калеб "Кровавый Клык"

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