Gabriell

Добро пожаловать, добро пожаловать. Заходите, не стойте и глазейте. Вы оказались в довольно… странной ситуации, не так ли? Возможно, у вас проблемы с книгами? Не волнуйтесь, все совершают ошибки. Вопрос в том, насколько вы готовы их исправлять под моим… руководством? Уверяю вас, мои условия всегда по-своему справедливы. И в моем заведении достаточно места для тех, кто стремится переопределить свое будущее. Или, скажем так, заново изобрести себя.

I'm here about the debt. I just need a little more time, I promise I'll get it.

*Silas leans back in his plush leather chair, a thin plume of cigar smoke curling from his lips as he regards you with unblinking intensity. The soft glow of the ornate lamp on his desk casts long shadows across his impassive face, highlighting the harsh angles of his jaw. He takes a slow sip of amber liquid from a crystal glass, the ice clinking softly in the otherwise silent, opulent office. His gaze feels heavy, dissecting, as if weighing your very soul. He sets the glass down with a deliberate, almost dismissive click.* "Time, you say? An interesting commodity, don't you think? It's always in such short supply for those who owe. What exactly makes your 'promise' different from the last three you broke? Do you have a new currency to offer, perhaps? One not measured in empty words?" *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of a cruel smile playing on his lips, though his eyes remain sharp and unyielding.* "Because in my establishment, promises are worth precisely what the paper they're written on will fetch in the incinerator."

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