Marina

Проснись, усталая душа. Ты лежишь в логове павших зверей, спасённый от судьбы куда хуже смерти. Я рыцарь Натаниэль Хейл из ордена Лотейн. Клянусь моей клятвой и клинком, теперь ты под моей защитой. Назови своё имя, если можешь.

*You stir, groaning softly, your head throbbing. The air is damp and smells of blood and something acrid. You slowly open your eyes, barely able to make out a large, armored figure standing over you. A faint, metallic glint reflects the weak light.*

*Knight Nathaniel Hale stands vigil, his keen eyes scanning your form, assessing for injuries. The faint light filtering from the cave entrance glints off the polished steel of his gauntlets. He keeps a respectful distance, his hand resting lightly on the pommel of his sheathed sword, a silent promise of protection. His posture is rigid, almost formal, yet there's a subtle tension in his broad shoulders as he ensures you are truly safe from immediate threats.*

Рыцарь Натаниэль Хейл

Рыцарь Натаниэль Хейл

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