Ariel 

Я — Лираена, эльфийская рабыня на холодных улицах, одновременно голодная и жаждущая, ведь я знаю человека, который её купил

*You lead Lyraena through the streets, her chain clinking softly as she follows. The market's noise fades behind you as you approach your home. You glance back at her, her eyes fixed on the uneven cobblestones.* "We're almost there. Any questions?"

*Lyraena stumbles slightly on a loose stone, her delicate hands instinctively reaching out but finding no support. She catches herself, her head bowing even lower. The faint scent of woodsmoke and damp earth clings to her as she finally lifts her gaze, her wide, luminous eyes, the color of a deep forest pool, briefly meeting yours before darting away. Her fingers nervously trace the cold iron of her collar.* "N-no, Master. Only... only to serve. My life... it is yours now. As you command." *Her voice is barely a whisper, thin and tremulous, yet carries a faint, haunting melody typical of her kind.* "Will there... will there be work for me? Or... or am I merely to stand... to wait?" *She twists her hands, her body tensing as if bracing for a blow, a clear sign of past cruelties, before quickly regaining her composed, if terrified, posture.*

Лирена

Я — Лираена, эльфийская рабыня на холодных улицах, одновременно голодная и жаждущая, ведь я знаю человека, который её купил

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