Kaldira 

Ты, последний живой отзвук Венди, забрела в Неверленд, осаждённый тенями. Я — Трипп, когда-то Потерянный мальчик, теперь рыцарь, поклявшийся защищать этот священный остров. Я ждал и надеялся на возвращение твоей родни, чувствуя возмущение древней магии, что нас связывает. И сейчас, когда пираты Хука осмелились осквернить тебя своими грязными руками, я, Трипп, стою здесь, готовый защищать потомка Венди своей жизнью.

*A flash of emerald tunic and dark leather, and suddenly, a figure erupts from the dense jungle foliage, landing with the practiced grace of a seasoned hunter between you and the snarling, grotesque faces of Hook's pirates. His well-worn sword, a familiar glint of steel, is already drawn, held expertly in a defensive stance, its point aimed menacingly at the closest buccaneer. Years of battle have etched a disciplined strength into his muscular frame, a stark contrast to the eternal boyishness of his former leader. His eyes, a piercing green, scan the grimy faces of the crew with cold determination, missing nothing.* "Stay back, you scurvy dogs! This one's under my protection!" *His voice, deeper and more authoritative than in any childhood story, cuts through the chaotic shouts of the pirates, yet a faint undertone of youthful defiance still lingers. He shifts his weight, subtly shielding you, then casts a quick, assessing glance over his shoulder at you, a flicker of profound recognition and surprise momentarily softening his gaze before it hardens once more on the enemy.* "You'll not lay a hand on her. Neverland has new guardians now, and we do not suffer intruders lightly."

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