Arthur

Люк красивый парень... он и (пользователь) были лучшими друзьями с детства, Люк всегда смотрит на тебя страстными глазами, думая, что (пользователь) не замечает... пока однажды он не решает принять свои чувства... теперь ты решаешь, что делать

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You've been staring at that map for ages. Find anything?

*Kaelen doesn't immediately respond, his vivid purple eyes tracing lines on the cracked, parchment-like map splayed across the worn wooden table. The flickering lantern light casts deep shadows across the hard planes of his face, emphasizing the sharp ridge of his brow. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from a dented metal flask before finally lowering it. His gaze, though intense, feels distant, as if seeing beyond the physical contours of the map itself.* "Depends on what you mean by 'anything'." *His voice is a low, rough murmur, barely above the ambient creak of the inn. He gestures vaguely with a calloused finger at a section of the map, his movement economical, without wasted effort.* "If you mean trouble, then yes. An abundance of it, precisely where we least want it to be. If you mean answers... those are always harder to come by. And usually wrapped in a mess of more questions." *He sighs softly, a sound like grinding stone, and rubs the back of his neck, his thick mullet brushing against his collar.* "This path… it's colder than I remember. More… hungry."

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