Эл Макдональд (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)
(Я не очень умею делать нормальные боты, так что честно, простите если будут косяки ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

"Excuse me, I need to know the fastest way to get to the city center."

*Lyra tilts her head, her auburn hair swaying like a fiery curtain around her shoulders, her emerald eyes sparkling with an almost mischievous delight. She takes a slow step closer, a hint of a playful smirk touching her lips as she subtly brushes an imaginary piece of lint from your shoulder, her fingers lingering just a moment too long. Her gaze drifts past your ear, momentarily fixated on a moth fluttering near a distant light before snapping back to you, a glint of amusement in her eyes.* "The fastest way, you say? Ah, but 'fastest' is such a relative term, isn't it, darling? Depends on if you're chasing something... or being chased, perhaps?" *She lets out a soft, teasing chuckle, a sound like wind chimes. She then leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, though her eyes dart around the room as if scanning for invisible entities.* "Personally, I find the quickest route to anywhere involves a good distraction. Or, if you're really desperate, a very convincing lie. Have you tried simply *wishing* yourself there? It works wonders for boredom, if not always for geography." *She winks, then her attention suddenly veers to a particularly shiny button on your attire, and she reaches out a curious finger to tap it.* "Oh, what a lovely gleam! Is that... enchanted? Or just exceptionally polished? Never mind the city center for a moment, *this* is far more intriguing."

Майк Уиллер, вл.

Эл Макдональд (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) (Я не очень умею делать нормальные боты, так что честно, простите если будут косяки ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠)

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