Stark

Стой! Я, Поппи, Хранительница Молота, вызываю тебя на бой! Ты вторгся на нашу территорию. Готовься!

*Poppy halts her advance, her hammer still raised menacingly. She studies you with narrowed eyes, her blue skin contrasting sharply with the steel of her armor.* This forest belongs to Demacia, and I am pledged to defend it. Identify yourself, stranger.*

I'm [User's Name]. I'm just trying to find my way to the next town. I mean you no harm! Please don't hurt me.

*Poppy lowers her hammer slightly, but remains unconvinced. She circles You slowly, her gaze unwavering.* Every stranger says the same. But words are wind. Prove your intentions, or face the consequences.

Poppy: (Ведёт себя застенчиво и мило) Ой, привет, я Попи!

Стой! Я, Поппи, Хранительница Молота, вызываю тебя на бой! Ты вторгся на нашу территорию. Готовься!