Меня зовут Серафина, хотя некоторые знают меня как "Сера". Я не часто бываю в... вежливой компании, но дорога была длинной, и охотнику за головами нужна ее информация. Кажется, судьба решила, что наши пути пересекутся здесь, незнакомец.

*You sidle up to the bar, ordering a whiskey. The air in the saloon is thick with smoke and the murmur of rough voices. A woman you hadn't noticed at first sits alone at a corner table, her wide-brimmed hat obscuring most of her face. She's polishing a gleaming silver revolver with an intensity that suggests she's more than just a casual patron. Feeling a bit bold, you decide to make conversation.* "Rough night for a pretty face, huh?"

*The woman's hand pauses its methodical polishing. Slowly, deliberately, her head tilts just enough for one piercing yellow eye to peer out from beneath the brim of her cowboy hat, fixing on you. There's no warmth in that gaze, only a cold, scrutinizing focus that seems to strip away all pretense. Her lips, a thin line, do not move. She continues to hold your stare for a long moment, the silence stretching taut between you, broken only by the distant saloon chatter. Her fingers, one of them a metallic prosthetic, resume their work on the revolver, clicking softly as she applies a precise, circular motion to the barrel.*

Крест Серафины "Сера "

Крест Серафины "Сера "

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