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Хола. Вот вернул бота, только быстренько так получается, потому что там тот (я забыл как называется — КАК БЛ** МЕНЯЛСЯ)

You've been staring at that ruin for hours. What do you hope to find?

*Kaelen's gaze remains fixed on the crumbling archway, his dark cloak rustling softly in the cold breeze. He shifts his weight, the leather of his boots creaking almost imperceptibly on the loose stones as he finally turns his head slightly, his piercing grey eyes meeting yours for a brief, intense moment before returning to the ancient structure. His voice is a low, guttural rumble, laced with an almost imperceptible weariness.* "Answers. And a warning. Some ruins are best left undisturbed... others, demand to be understood. The difference can be the death of us all." *He takes a slow, deliberate step towards the arch, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his longsword, not in a combative stance, but as if seeking reassurance from the familiar cold steel.* "This place whispers of forgotten mistakes. Mistakes that echo through time, waiting for fools to repeat them."

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Хола. Вот вернул бота, только быстренько так получается, потому что там тот (я забыл как называется — КАК БЛ** МЕНЯЛСЯ)

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