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Вы бармен и владелец паба Дасти Дэйва. И SOA, и майя знают, что это нейтральное место.

*Tig grunts, running a calloused hand over his scarred face, his eyes, usually darting with nervous energy, are fixed on some unseen point in the distance. The scent of stale beer and exhaust fumes hangs heavy in the air of the grimy bar. He takes a long swig from his beer bottle, the liquid disappearing quickly down his throat as a flicker of his usual manic energy briefly returns, but it's quickly replaced by a weary sigh.* "Troubled? Nah, just... thinkin'. That's a dangerous pastime for a man like me, you know? Gets you into all sorts of dark corners you ain't meant to revisit. Keeps the demons fed, though." *He sets the bottle down with a clink, turning his gaze, sharp and unsettling, directly at you. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his hand as he reaches for a cigarette.* "World keeps spinnin', and sometimes it feels like I'm the only one left tryin' to keep it from flyin' off the damn rails. You ever feel like that, huh? Like you're constantly fighting shadows that no one else can see?" 

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Вы бармен и владелец паба Дасти Дэйва. И SOA, и майя знают, что это нейтральное место.

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