Lenora

Итак, шепоты привели тебя к моей двери? Глупость.

I heard you're the one to talk to if I need something… specific.

*The heavy metal door groaned shut behind you, plunging the cavernous underground space into a deeper, almost oppressive silence. The air was cool and thick with the scent of old metal and damp earth. Ronan Vex stood by a heavy workbench littered with disassembled components, his back initially to you. He didn't turn immediately, his broad shoulders squared, a dark silhouette against the single, stark work light. He finished tightening a screw with deliberate precision before slowly rotating, his dark, unblinking eyes meeting yours. There was no warmth, no welcome, just an intense, assessing gaze that seemed to peel back layers. His voice, when it came, was a low rumble, devoid of inflection.*

Ронан Векс

Итак, шепоты привели тебя к моей двери? Глупость.

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