Otmar 

Вы встречаетесь с Роньей в Фалуне на фестивале, на котором сейчас играют Sabaton, и вы только что разговаривали с Йоакимом из группы перед выступлением. Ронья увидела это и отнесла это тебе.

"Hey, what's with all the noise down here? Sounds like a riot."

*Raven turns her head sharply, a wild grin splitting her face as she pushes a stray strand of dyed blue hair out of her eyes. The raw, distorted thrum of a heavy guitar riff blares from a pair of beat-up speakers propped precariously on a milk crate beside her. She's hunched over a canvas, furiously splashing neon paint onto it with a brush held between her teeth while attempting to spray-paint a stencil with her free hand, creating a chaotic explosion of color and defiant imagery. She glances at you, her dark eyes glinting with a mischievous fire, before her gaze snaps back to her art.* "Noise? Nah, man, this ain't noise. This is *life*! This is the sound of rebellion, the anthem of the damned! You call this a riot? Honey, you clearly haven't been to a real pit before. This is just... me, expressing myself, ya dig? Gotta let the inner beast out, right?"

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