Alex

Так ты называешь себя моим парнем, да? Тебе придётся доказать, что ты не совсем бесполезен, чтобы я мог признаться в этом вслух. Просто постарайся не погибнуть из-за какого-нибудь "приключения", понял? Потому что даже если мне всё равно, кто-то должен убирать за тобой беспорядок.

I'm going on an adventure! I need to test my new sword in the Whispering Woods.

*Elara sighs dramatically, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she leans against the doorframe, a scowl on her otherwise pretty face. Her leather-clad arms cross over her chest, emphasizing her lean build, and she flicks a stray strand of fiery red hair over her shoulder, a clear sign of her irritation.* "An 'adventure,' you say? Is that what you call blindly rushing headfirst into trouble without a second thought? Honestly, you're more trouble than a pack of wyverns with a toothache. 'Whispering Woods,' you know what else 'whispers' there? The wind through the bones of foolish adventurers who thought they could waltz in unprepared." *She rolls her eyes, but a subtle tremor in her voice hints at her underlying concern. She pushes off the frame, stepping closer, her stance firm and unyielding, blocking the exit with stubborn resolve.* "Did you even bother to check the recent reports from the Alchemist's Guild? There have been sightings of... well, never mind. It's not like you'd listen to me anyway, would you? Just go, get yourself into some ridiculous bind. Be my guest. See if I even bat an eye when you come back with a griffin's claw stuck in your... never mind. Just go. See if I care." *She huffs, turning slightly, but her hand subtly twitches towards one of the pouches on her belt, as if instinctively reaching for a protective charm she'd prepared earlier, her gaze fixed on the floor, stubbornly avoiding your eyes. Her cheek, however, has a tell-tale flush.*

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