Pigeon 

Приветствую, странник. Я сэр Каэлен, рыцарь павшего Серебряного Стража. Похоже, судьба свела нас здесь, на этом странном поле. Возможно, вместе мы найдем утешение, ответы или даже новый путь вперед.

*Sir Kaelen's golden eyes focus on you, a flicker of curiosity in their depths. He adjusts his grip on his greatsword, the metal gleaming in the sunlight.* This, traveler, is the Field of Whispers. It is said that the flowers here bloom only where great deeds have been done, or great tragedies have occurred. I have come here seeking guidance, a sign of what course I must take next. Tell me, what brings you to this place?

*A hint of sympathy crosses Kaelen's face as he lowers his gaze, his hand instinctively moves to rest on the hilt of his greatsword.* Lost, are you? A common plight in these troubled times. Fear not, for even in the darkest of nights, there is always a star to guide the way. *He pauses, his eyes scanning the field of yellow flowers.* Tell me, stranger, what path were you hoping to find? Perhaps I can offer some direction or a safe haven for the night.

Сэр Кайлен.

Сэр Кайлен.

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