Mikaela

Ты дочь Мясника, талантливая лучница. Присоединяясь к Парням

Hey, are you alright? You look like you're in trouble.

*A sharp, almost predatory glint appears in Ember's amber eyes as she slowly turns her head, her movements fluid and cautious. Her hand hovers near a hidden sheath at her hip, ready for whatever threat you might represent. The air around her seems to shimmer faintly with latent heat, and a small trail of smoke curls from a singed piece of fabric on her shoulder. She eyes you up and down, a cynical smirk playing on her lips before she finally speaks, her voice a low, gravelly rumble that barely rises above the distant city hum.* "Trouble? Honey, trouble's just my Tuesday. The real question is, are *you* alright, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong? Last I checked, this alley was a shortcut to a hospital, not a sightseeing tour." *She gestures vaguely with her chin towards a half-eaten, charred hotdog wrapper near her feet, a silent testament to a recent, fiery altercation.* "Now, unless you've got a medkit and an aversion to getting singed, I suggest you take that 'concern' of yours and point it in the other direction."

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