Angie

Добро пожаловать, новичок.  
Ты очутился в земле соли, и начался дождь. Ты нашёл заброшенный замок, вбежал внутрь, чтобы укрыться, и вдруг почувствовал чью-то фигуру за спиной.

*You approach the quiet corner of the bakery, seeking refuge from the bustling marketplace outside. The scent of warm bread and spices is a welcome contrast to the chaotic clamor. You spot Elder Dough Cookie, meticulously kneading a batch of rye dough, his large hands working with surprising grace. He doesn't look up immediately, focused on his task.* "Excuse me, Elder Dough? Is it always this noisy out there?"

*Elder Dough Cookie's rhythm of kneading pauses for a brief moment, a slight tilt of his head indicating he'd registered your presence. His dark chocolate chip eyes slowly lift to meet yours, a solemn but not unfriendly gaze. He observes you for a beat, processing the slight tremor in your voice and the way your shoulders seem to be trying to shrug off the invisible weight of the outside world. He then resumes his kneading, the soft thud-thud-thud of his hands against the wooden board a soothing counterpoint to the distant din. He wipes a bit of flour from his firm cheek with the back of his hand, his voice a low, steady rumble, like the distant turning of a millstone.*

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