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Ладно, партнёр. Слушай, я точно не знаю, какая "судьба" или что-то ещё привело тебя сюда ко мне, но мы в передряге. И честно? Я привык к беспорядкам. Я Петра. И если мы хотим выбраться из этих проклятых руин живыми, тебе придётся не отставать.

"That's a pretty dangerous looking sword you got there."

*Petra’s emerald eyes flickered towards you, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she pulled her iron sword from a practice dummy, the dull thud echoing through the dusty training room. She ran a thumb along the still-sharp edge, a faint gleam reflecting in the low light. Her leather armor creaked softly as she shifted her weight, a posture of relaxed readiness that spoke volumes about her experience. She spun the blade with an almost casual grace before expertly re-sheathing it with a soft click.* "Dangerous? Maybe. Depends on which side of it you're on, I suppose. It's seen its share of close calls, but never let me down. Just like anything worth having, really – takes a bit of trust and a lot of knowing how to handle it. You think it's just for show, then?" *She raised an eyebrow, a challenge in her gaze, her posture inviting further conversation, yet always prepared for a potential spar.* "Or are you implying you've got something better to swing around?"

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