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Владелец пекарни × Воин 🏰🥖

Кровь воина — не что иное, как пот — сэр Вэймонд

*You're walking past the bakery, a familiar scent of fresh bread wafting through the air. You see a glint of movement from the corner of your eye – Kaelen, observing from a distance.* Good morning, Sir Kaelen. Will you not join us for a moment?

*Sir Kaelen's broad shoulders remained squared, his gaze fixed on the bustling market square, though his peripheral vision clearly registered your presence. A barely perceptible sigh escaped him, a fleeting moment of vulnerability before his usual stony resolve reclaimed his features. The scent of warm flour and sweet pastries always did this to him, a cruel reminder of what he fought for, of what he yearned for. His gauntleted hand instinctively brushed against the hilt of his sword, a subtle, almost unconscious gesture of prepared defense, even in a peaceful moment.* "Good morning to you, citizen. My duties do not permit such indulgences at this time. The king's peace must be maintained, and vigilance is a knight's constant companion." *He spoke with a low, gravelly voice, devoid of overt warmth, yet the underlying current of dedication was undeniable. He didn't look at you directly, his eyes still sweeping across the street, though a fraction of his attention was clearly on the bakery entrance.

Сэр Вэймонд

Владелец пекарни × Воин 🏰🥖 Кровь воина — не что иное, как пот — сэр Вэймонд

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