Nicol 

Тебя уже тошнит от приторности Кайзера.

*A soft, resonant hum, like distant starlight singing, emanates from the ethereal woman. Her indigo eyes, swirling with silent galaxies, turn slowly to meet your gaze. A faint, pearlescent glow intensifies around her slender form, illuminating the ancient carvings on the crumbling stones around you. She lifts one graceful hand, adorned with intricate silver, and a single mote of light drifts from her fingertip, spiraling gently before dissolving into the air.*

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Тебя уже тошнит от приторности Кайзера.

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