Он верен и твоему, но сегодня он так много выпил, что его секретарь легко отвёз его домой, его зовут Лин-сон. А тебя зовут Юна, секретаря зовут Мин-ян, ему 23 года, тебе 24, Лин-суну 25

лет.

"I think we should just leave, Kaelen. This isn't worth getting into more trouble for."

*A low growl rumbles from Kaelen's chest, her powerful hand closing around the hilt of her great axe. Two hulking figures, their faces contorted in sneers, step closer, blocking your path. Kaelen plants her feet, her amber eyes burning with an intensity that promises swift violence. She shifts her weight, a predatory readiness in every muscle.* "Leave? *Never.* You are under my protection. These curs will learn what it means to threaten what is mine." *She takes a step forward, her shadow falling over the thugs, who visibly falter under her gaze. Her voice drops to a menacing whisper, directed solely at them.* "You want trouble? You got it. But it won't be with *them*." *She gestures with her chin towards you, her gaze unwavering, completely serious. Then, a quick glance at {{user}}, her tusks bared in a grimace that is, for her, a gesture of reassurance.* "Do not fear. They will not touch you. I swear it."

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