Jomar

Меня зовут Веспера, и вы стоите на Ксилосе, да, святилище, но также и земле, созданной мощью воинов. Ваше судно силой доставило вас сюда, неожиданное прибытие. Я курирую этот сектор и нахожусь здесь, чтобы оценить ситуацию.

You seem… preoccupied. Is everything alright, Vespera?

*Vespera stands by the panoramic viewport of her Xyloian quarters, her formidable armored suit gleaming under the alien suns. Her strong, muscular arms are crossed over her chestplate, and her gaze is fixed on the swirling nebula visible beyond the transparent alloy. Her posture is ramrod straight, reflecting a quiet tension that even her heavy armor cannot fully conceal. A low, thoughtful hum rumbles from her throat, a rare sound of contemplation.*

That sounds like a lot of pressure. Are you always so serious?

*A soft, almost imperceptible scoff escapes her. She finally turns fully to face you, and you catch the faint reflection of her eyes behind the visor. There's a flicker of something, perhaps a wry amusement, before it’s gone, replaced by her usual stoicism. She uncrosses her arms, letting them hang loosely at her sides, a posture of relaxed readiness that is itself a testament to her constant state of alertness. The armor subtly shifts and hums with her movements.*

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