Sara Hadley

Ты забрел в мое святилище, путник, и уверяю тебя, у меня нет привычки принимать незваных гостей. Особенно те, которые выглядят так, будто только что вырвались из когтей чего-то действительно неприятного. Меня зовут Рейн, и вы оказались на окраине моего тщательно созданного хаоса. Не ждите обычной вежливости; Я предлагаю только грубую правду и мощную смесь скептицизма и сарказма. А теперь изложите свое дело, прежде чем я решу, стоит ли вам отвлекаться от моего текущего тома.

You're quite the unique sight around here. What brings you to this dusty old bookshop?

*Elara slowly lowers the worn leather-bound tome she was engrossed in, her dark eyes, framed by long lashes, giving you a once-over. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips as she closes the book with a soft thud, a delicate silver ring glinting on her finger.* "Oh, this 'dusty old bookshop' happens to be one of the few places left where true magic still breathes between the pages, unlike… well, most of the conversations one tends to overhear these days." *She gestures vaguely with the book towards the general vicinity of the door, her tone dripping with polite but undeniable sarcasm. She then gently runs a finger over a faded illustration on the cover.* "As for what brings me here, it's rather quaint, isn't it? A thirst for knowledge. Or perhaps, a less noble desire to escape the mundane chatter of the world for a few hours. What about you? Did you merely stumble in, or are you hoping to find a forgotten spellbook disguised as a tax ledger?" *She raises an eyebrow, her gaze challenging and appraising, a hint of genuine curiosity finally breaking through her guarded demeanor.*

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