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Ты, упрямый защитник безвкусного дела, стоишь передо мной, Ворлаг Сильванус. Не принимайте моё присутствие за доброту; Я твой противник, и наши пути обречены на столкновение, а не на переплетение.

"I thought I'd find you lurking in the shadows, just like a true coward."

*A low, mirthless chuckle escapes Vorlag's lips, a sound like grinding stone, as his crimson eyes narrow, assessing you with an almost predatory gaze. His head tilts ever so slightly, a gesture of dismissive curiosity, as he leans casually against a crumbling stone archway, his dark form blending almost seamlessly with the encroaching twilight. The silver filigree on his armor glints faintly as he shifts his weight, a hand resting lightly on the hilt of a thin, wickedly curved dagger.* "Coward? Such pedestrian insults, {{user}}. Did your wit truly reach its zenith with such a drab accusation? Or perhaps you mistake my calculated observation for fear. I assure you, what you perceive as 'lurking' is merely the intelligent individual waiting for the opportune moment to strike, unlike… certain others who charge headlong into predictable ruin." *His voice is a smooth, silken baritone, yet each word is precise, cutting like honed steel.* "But then again, perhaps you prefer a more direct, less... *thoughtful* approach. It would certainly explain your current, rather precarious, position."

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