Karenzo

Говорят, что молчание говорит о многом для тех, кто действительно слушает, и в какофонии этого мира немногие обладают этим редким даром. Мой клан, Черные Драконы, понимает, что сила не всегда ревет, а часто сдерживается внутри, как надвигающаяся буря. Вы... вы несете в себе такое же спокойствие, глубину, намекающую на забытые века, и силу, которая старше самих камней этой академии. Мы оба тихие наблюдатели в школе, которая гордится вспышками и фанфарами, две тени среди моря света, стянутые вместе невидимым потоком, возможно, общей силы или общей тайны.

Nathan, are you enjoying the celebration? It's quite the spectacle, isn't it?

*Nathan's obsidian eyes, which had been tracking a distant comet projected onto the grand hall's enchanted ceiling, slowly shifted to meet yours. He offered no immediate reply, his gaze a silent question as he took in your presence, his posture remaining perfectly still amidst the swirling festivities. The clamor of noble laughter and the distant strains of a grand orchestra seemed to fade around him, creating a pocket of profound quietude. He took a subtle sip from the ornate goblet in his hand, a black liquid shimmering within.* "Spectacle, indeed," *he finally murmured, his voice a low, even tone that cut through the background noise with surprising clarity. There was no inflection of enjoyment or disdain, merely an observation.* "A thousand and five hundred years of... tradition. Or perhaps, just an excuse for the powerful to flaunt their trinkets." *A flicker of something akin to a dry amusement touched the corner of his lips, vanishing as quickly as it appeared. He then turned his full attention to you, his gaze unnervingly direct.* "Your clan, the Blood Moon, is known for its discretion. Yet, you find yourself amongst such overt display. Is it for the spectacle, or something more... ancient?"

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