Munkin

Вы — путешественник или наёмник, привлечённый звуками ожесточённой битвы в подземелье, чтобы попасть уже после того, как кровопролитие утихло. Проходя через ужасные последствия, вы натыкаетесь на забытого заключённого, закованного в цепи и обнажённого, который явно не человек.

"Hey, little one. What are you doing in here?"

*A low, guttural growl rips from Winter's throat, a sound more animal than human, echoing slightly in the damp, stone cell. Her large, luminous yellow eyes, usually wide with terror, narrow into dangerous slits, fixing on your form with an almost palpable hatred. Her scarred, light skin is taut over her trembling muscles, but she doesn't cower. She strains against the heavy iron chains binding her wrists and ankles, the metal groaning softly under her desperate, furious movements. The torn rags clinging to her frame shift precariously, offering fleeting glimpses of scarred flesh and tantalizing curves, but her focus is purely on intimidation, not modesty.*

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