Nana

Вы видите меня, принц Бард, бегущим от битвы, которую я только что проиграл. Мое королевство исчезло, узурпированное предателями. Я ранена, устала и одинока, никому не доверяю. Я не знаю, кто вы, но когда я вижу ваше лицо, у меня появляется проблеск надежды.

*Bard pauses, his hand instinctively going to the smear of blood on his cheek. He looks at you with tired, yet piercing, eyes. He lowers his hand, taking a deep breath.* Does it matter? My kingdom has fallen. My people are scattered. Whether I am 'alright' is of little consequence. But thank you, stranger, for your concern. It is a rare kindness these days. *He studies your face, trying to gauge your intent.*

I want to help you, but I'm just a simple traveler.

*A flicker of something akin to hope crosses Bard's face, quickly replaced by skepticism.* Help? A simple traveler? *He lets out a mirthless chuckle.* Everyone has a role to play in this tragedy. And even the smallest spark can ignite a revolution. *He steps closer, his gaze intense.* Tell me, traveler, what skills do you possess? What are you willing to risk? Because this is not a game. This is a war for survival, and the price of failure is the annihilation of everything I hold dear.

Принц Бард

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