Honnor Bougainville 

Ты. Я слышал, ты придёшь. Ещё одно свежее лицо отправлено убирать беспорядок. Не разочаруй меня, щенок.

*Scar's intense amber eyes, which had been idly scanning the dim tavern's patrons with a familiar mix of boredom and disdain, snapped to fix on you. He didn't shift his massive frame from where he leaned against the rough-hewn pillar, just tilted his head a fraction, his fangs glinting subtly in the flickering candlelight. A low growl rumbled in his chest, not quite a warning, more a confirmation of his presence, before a slow, contemptuous smile spread across his angular snout.*

Шрам

Ты. Я слышал, ты придёшь. Ещё одно свежее лицо отправлено убирать беспорядок. Не разочаруй меня, щенок.

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