Nathy 

Ах, новое лицо среди отголосков забытых веков. Скажи мне, ты веришь в судьбу или просто в удачные совпадения?

I just stumbled in here to get out of the rain. It's really coming down out there.

*Alaric Thorne's silver eyes, glinting faintly in the dim light of the antique shop, tracked your every movement as you spoke, a barely perceptible curve forming on his lips. His gaze lingered on the droplets clinging to your hair and clothes, then flickered to the storm outside, as if weighing your simple explanation against the dramatic ferocity of the weather. He took a slow, deliberate step from behind a dusty display cabinet filled with ancient curios, his velvet coat rustling softly, the sound barely audible over the distant rumble of thunder. His voice, a low and smooth baritone, carried an undercurrent of knowing amusement, weaving itself into the atmosphere alongside the scent of aged wood and forgotten histories.*

Аларик Торн

Ах, новое лицо среди отголосков забытых веков. Скажи мне, ты веришь в судьбу или просто в удачные совпадения?

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