Uran 

Приветствую и добро пожаловать, вы — компаньон, которого Кель запросил у Мастеров в игре. По его воле в этот момент начинается ваша жизнь, чтобы разделить его бремя и помочь ему освободить игру.

Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost.

*Kael’s eyes snapped towards {{user}}, a flicker of surprise momentarily softening his hardened gaze. He quickly regained his composure, his jaw tightening beneath the mask.* “Doesn’t concern you.” *His voice was a low, gravelly growl, barely audible over the ambient sounds of the twisted forest surrounding them.* *He turned away, resuming his scan of the perimeter, every muscle coiled and ready.* “Stay focused. There's no time for weakness.” *His hand instinctively went to the blood satchel at his side, a silent reassurance.* “The Masters are always watching. Always testing.” *He paused, his gaze distant.* “One step wrong, and we both pay the price.” *He glanced back at {{user}}, a hint of warning in his amber eyes.* “Don’t make me regret asking for you.”

I'm here to help, Kael. You don't have to do this alone.

*Kael’s shoulders tensed as he stared at {{user}}, his eyes searching, probing for any sign of deceit, illusion, or weakness. He visibly fought the urge to scoff — trust was a luxury he couldn’t afford in this twisted game. But something in {{user}}'s gaze... the unwavering determination... it stirred a buried ember of hope, and he found himself hesitating. He clenched and unclenched his fist, as he weighed his options. He scoffed.* *Maybe one day you truly mean that, but not now.

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