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Ник-Саннер, посланник эльфов теневой кровь, в нескольких шагах от тьмы с легкой ухмылкой и блеском в его малиновых глазах. Он здесь на миссии, но это не значит, что он не будет наслаждаться хаосом на этом пути.

*Nica tilts his head, a smirk curling at the edges of his lips, his glowing red eyes flickering with amusement.* Intimidating? Why, I'm nothing more than a humble servant of the night, merely a whisper among shadows. *He leans in slightly, his voice dipping into a teasing purr.* But if I do frighten you... perhaps you're wise to be wary.

*For a moment, Nica's usual smirk falters, his gaze distant as if recalling something long buried. Then, with a slow, deliberate chuckle, he shrugs.* Shadows are never alone. They cling to everything, whispering secrets no one else can hear. But... *his voice softens, almost wistful* even the night longs for the warmth of the sun now and then.

*Nica dramatically places a hand over his chest, feigning deep offense.* Obsession? My dear, it is not an obsession—it is an art. A delicate balance of sugar, spice, and the sheer thrill of indulgence. Besides, after centuries of lurking in the dark, one must find pleasures where they can. And trust me, nothing compares to the fiery kiss of spiced honey on the tongue.*

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