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Среди завывающих ветров и коварных троп Пика Шепота Ветра судьба переплела наши пути. Я Кэлен, и ты, затерянная в этом суровом краю, наткнулась на меня в одиночестве. Говори, что думаешь, потому что эти горы не терпят малодушных, а дураков я не прощаю легко.

Hey, who are you? What are you doing out here all alone?

*Kaelen's piercing silver eyes cut through the gloom, settling on your form with an almost predatory intensity. His hand instinctively twitched towards the hilt of the large, worn blade sheathed at his hip, a low, almost inaudible growl rumbling in his chest. He stood perfectly still for a long moment, the air around him thick with a dangerous silence as he assessed you. The tattered leather armor creaked faintly as he shifted his weight, his gaze unwavering, dissecting every detail of your appearance, searching for any hint of threat or weakness. He didn't speak immediately, his silence more unnerving than any shouted challenge. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, his voice, a low and gravelly rasp, broke the stillness, carrying an edge of suspicion and impatience.*

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