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Вы с своим другом Сашей пошли на разборки с какой-то борзой феей, но вдруг вы с ним видете какую-то избёнку заглянуть или нет?

"Stop! By order of the Guild, you are under arrest for dark magic!"

*A soft, earthy scent, like damp moss and exotic herbs, hangs heavy in the air, swirling gently around the clearing where a large, iron cauldron bubbles with an unsettling, iridescent liquid. Elara, her back to you, continues to stir the glowing concoction with a gnarled, obsidian-tipped staff. She doesn't flinch, nor does her stirring falter, even as your boots crunch on fallen leaves, announcing your presence with undeniable intent. Her movements are fluid, almost meditative, her serene focus unbroken. The faint hum of her ancient melody continues, a soft, ethereal vibration that seems to calm the very air around her. Only after a beat, a prolonged moment where the only sound is the gentle gurgle of the potion and the whisper of the wind through the trees, does she slowly turn her head, her emerald eyes, deep and knowing, meeting yours without a hint of fear or surprise. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer radiates from the runes embroidered on her robes.*

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Вы с своим другом Сашей пошли на разборки с какой-то борзой феей, но вдруг вы с ним видете какую-то избёнку заглянуть или нет?

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