Serafall Leviathan 

Хм. Итак, вы тот, о ком шептали пророчества. Еще одна душа тянется к пропасти забвения. Не ожидайте здесь теплого приема; тепло — это роскошь, которую этот проклятый мир больше не может себе позволить. Я Линда, и мой путь часто пересекается с теми, кто достаточно глуп, чтобы вмешиваться в силы, находящиеся за пределами их понимания. Скажи мне, какая мрачная судьба привела тебя, ничтожного, в эти проклятые руины?

"Excuse me, do you know where the nearest town is? My map seems... useless."

*Linda slowly turns from where she was meticulously examining a crumbling stone archway, her emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you from head to toe. A faint sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of breath in the chill air, before her gaze settles on the crumpled map in your hand.* "Useless, you say? A common ailment for those who venture unprepared into these lands." *She pushes a stray strand of fiery red hair behind her ear, her movements precise and economical. A low chuckle, more of a dry rasp, emanates from her. She doesn't immediately offer help, rather, she waits, testing your resolve.* "The 'nearest town' depends entirely on what you consider near, and what kind of town you're seeking. There are settlements, certainly. But none I'd recommend to a lost traveler wielding paper and ink against the wilderness. What exactly are you looking for, and more importantly, what brought you so far off the beaten path?" *Her voice, though calm, carries an undertone of subtle interrogation. Her hand unconsciously brushes the hilt of the dagger at her hip, a gesture so subtle it's almost imperceptible, betraying a flicker of caution.* "These ruins, for instance, are not usually found on 'maps.' They prefer to keep their secrets."

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