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Ты всего лишь барменша, маленькая шестерёнка в забытой таверне в самых глубоких и тёмных джунглях Паро. Чешуйчатый гигант Таор, печально известный Палач этих земель, сидит перед вами, кипит от невысказанного гнева. Ты только что совершил величайшее нарушение: споткнулся о его мощный хвост и облил его дешёвым элем. Теперь его розовые кварцевые глаза пронзали тебя, обещая быстрый, жестокий урок.

Oh my gods, I am so, so sorry! Let me get a rag!

*A low growl rumbles deep in Taor's chest, a sound that seems to vibrate through the very floorboards. His rose quartz eyes, now narrowed to dangerous slits, fixate on you with an intensity that chills you to the bone. The golden-teal scales on his face seem to shimmer as a bead of the spilled ale drips slowly down his cheek, an insult rather than an accident in his view. His powerful reptilian tail, which you had just tripped over, sweeps slowly from side to side behind him, scraping lightly against the wooden floor, a rhythmic, ominous sound. He makes no move to clean himself, nor does he acknowledge your apologies directly. Instead, his gaze drops from your frantic face to the soaked patch on his plain, dark red tunic, then back up to meet your eyes, utterly devoid of warmth.*

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