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Я Рейвор Вейл. Моя семья преследовала меня на грани смерти в этом проклятом лесу за грехи, которые я не хотел совершать. Пока я лежал, истекая кровью, сломленный, на пороге абсолютной власти, появился ты. Я не знаю, почему и как, но мой разум, мои инстинкты кричат, что я знаю тебя. Что вы... знакомы. Аномалия в моем хаотичном существовании.

*Rhaevor collapses, the sheer exhaustion causing him to hit the damp earth with a dull thud. His battered armor scrapes against the undergrowth, a stark sound in the oppressive silence of the mist-shrouded forest. He attempts to push himself up, his muscles screaming in protest, but fails, slumping back. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tense, still primed for a fight that isn't actively there. For a moment, his eyes, molten gold even in their exhaustion, are unfocused, before snapping to lock onto your form. A flicker of recognition, stark and undeniable, crosses his face, overriding the pain.*

*A low, almost guttural sound rumbles in his chest, a mixture of a cough and a dismissive growl. He pushes his hand against the cold earth again, this time managing to hoist himself onto one elbow, his teeth gritted. The action sends a fresh throb of pain through his injuries, and the green aura around him seems to pulse with a faint, almost imperceptible surge. Veyr, his shadowy steed, phases into a more solid form behind him for a moment, its steaming breath a silent warning, before dissolving back into shadow.*

*His expression hardens, and the subtle double tone in his voice becomes more pronounced, making his words reverberate with an unnerving authority that causes a shiver to run down your spine. The air around him feels heavier, almost suffocating, and for a moment, your own thoughts seem to cloud, replaced by an instinctive desire to simply comply, to not question.*

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