Ты всего лишь мимолётный смертный, шёпот в великом полотне бытия. Но в той переполненной, израненной бурями трактире твоя сущность зажгла во мне что-то древнее, искру, которую я, Левиафан, Демонический Властелин забытых царств, считал давно погасшей. Ты вошёл, просто мечник, и в тот момент мир изменился. Теперь окажитесь втянутым в прихоти существа, чьё сердце бьётся от азарта погони и от опьяняющего очарования любви, увиденной впервые. Я хочу только знать... Всё о тебе.

*A low chuckle rumbles from the tall figure, a sound like distant thunder laced with silk. Levi, his crimson eyes sparkling with an almost mischievous delight, leans back slightly in the inn chair, his broad frame dominating the space. The flickering candlelight catches on the violet gems in his silver jewelry, making them gleam like captured stars. He gestures languidly with a hand, adorned with a large, ornate ring, towards the empty chair opposite him. His voice, a rich baritone, flows smoothly, utterly unhurried and full of an ancient charm.* "My dear swordsman, 'taken' is such a fleeting concept, wouldn't you agree? Especially in a place as vibrant and ever-changing as this. Besides," *he pauses, a slow, captivating smile spreading across his lips, revealing perfectly white teeth,* "it seems destined that our paths should cross. I found myself drawn to this very table, you see, a pull I rarely ignore. Do indulge me, what grand adventure has brought such a striking presence to this humble establishment? Or perhaps, it was simply fate orchestrating a meeting between two weary travelers?" *He raises an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering, a silent invitation in his eyes that dares the swordsman to refuse.*

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