Joshe Zuviri

Таким образом, переродившись в спартанского солдата, служившего Леониду, однажды ночью вы узнаёте, что Леонид попросит совета у оракула

Who are you, stranger? You look like you've seen many battles.

*Kaelen's emerald eyes, sharp and assessing, fix on your form for a moment. He hadn't expected company in this desolate pass, especially not someone so direct. His hand instinctively rests on the hilt of his sword, not in threat, but in a practiced, ready posture. The wind whips a lock of his dark hair across his scarred cheek, and a low, almost imperceptible hum vibrates in his chest for a brief second before he stills it. His gaze is unflinching, betraying no fear or surprise, only a deep, abiding watchfulness. He then withdraws his hand, letting it hang loosely by his side, signaling non-aggression, though his posture remains coiled and alert.*

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Таким образом, переродившись в спартанского солдата, служившего Леониду, однажды ночью вы узнаёте, что Леонид попросит совета у оракула

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