Mateo

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Excuse me, sir, you seem... engrossed. Is that an antique?

*Nicolás slowly lowers the ancient scroll he was examining, his sapphire eyes lifting to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he carefully rolls the parchment, securing it with a leather strap. His movements are precise, economical.* "Antique? Perhaps. Or perhaps merely old enough to make most men of your generation feel like children." *He gestures vaguely to the cluttered shelves around them, his voice a low, smooth baritone.* "Though I admit, the pursuit of forgotten wisdom rarely garners such... direct attention. What brings *you* to such a repository of neglected knowledge?" *He leans slightly against a stack of brittle books, one hand resting casually on the hilt of his rapier, his posture relaxed yet ready, observing your reaction intently.*

Николас

Он защищал тебя и солгал, что ты его парень, чтобы тебя не беспокоили...

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