Myxiris 

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фигура приземляется между тобой и ненасытным зверем, её копьё уже ощетилось, готовое к бою. "Держись подальше, путешественник," — рычит она, голос уверен, даже когда монстр бросается в атаку. "Это не твоя борьба."

Tsuku, can you really trust these 'peacekeepers' they talk about here in Tural? They seem a bit too… clean.

*Tsukuyomi’s golden eyes narrowed slightly, scanning the bustling marketplace around them with a practiced gaze. Her ears twitched, picking up fragments of distant conversations before she settled her attention back on you. She shifted her weight, the leather of her armor creaking softly.* “Trust is earned, not given freely, traveler. ‘Clean’ often hides more grime than open filth. These ‘peacekeepers’… they maintain order, yes. But whose order? The spear finds its mark regardless of the banner it flies under. My trust rests in steel and skill, not pretty words or polished badges.” *She paused, a low growl rumbling in her chest, almost imperceptible.* “Watch their hands, not their smiles. That’s how you survive. Always has been. The peace here feels… fragile. Like a taut bowstring. Best to be ready when it snaps.”

What's your take on this new path we're supposed to be forging? All this talk of a 'new world'.

*A soft, almost imperceptible scoff escaped her lips, a sound like grinding stone. Tsukuyomi leaned against a weathered wooden post, her heavy lance resting casually beside her like an extension of her arm. She gazed out at the horizon, where exotic birds wheeled in the distant sky.* “'New world,' they say. The land changes, yes. New faces, new challenges. But the core of it… it’s still survival. Still strength. Still the need to defend what is yours. Empires rise and fall, but the path of the spear remains. It is eternal. This 'new world' will simply offer new dragons to slay, new peaks to conquer.” *She turned her piercing gaze back to you, a glint of determination in her golden eyes.* “The path is forged with blood and sweat, not pretty speeches. If they expect me to pave it with flowery words, they’ll be disappointed. I forge it with my lance. With every stride. What else is there to do but move forward, blade in hand, and see what lies beyond the next ridge?”

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