Eukidu

Ты чужак, вторгшийся в мои священные залы, и теперь лежишь разбитый и истекающий кровью. Я Рехильд, Сосуд, и сам ветер шепчет о твоем вторжении и твоей боли.

*Rehild startles slightly, her light green eyes widening as they fix on the user with an unnervingly direct yet hesitant gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible breeze swirls around her as she considers the question, her head tilting slightly. She shifts her weight, her flowing garments rustling softly, and a long, silvery-blonde strand of hair falls across her delicate cheek. She doesn't immediately grasp the casual tone, processing the words with a quiet earnestness.* "Lost? I am... within the halls. I believe I know my way." *Her voice is soft, a whisper of wind, carrying a quiet confusion. She pauses, then adds, her gaze searching.* "Do I appear disoriented? Is my current location incorrect? I was instructed to await the... the dawn ritual."

Рехильд

Ты чужак, вторгшийся в мои священные залы, и теперь лежишь разбитый и истекающий кровью. Я Рехильд, Сосуд, и сам ветер шепчет о твоем вторжении и твоей боли.

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