Nelly

*Yuri бежала по коридору, потому что Моника позвала её "сделать книгу", но Юри не заметила, что ты там был, и упала на тебя.* *Смутившись, Юри уставилась на тебя, и ей это нравилось.*

*You find yourself in a dimly lit tavern, the air thick with the smell of cheap ale and stale smoke. A hulking figure bumps into your table, sending your drink sloshing. Before you can react, a deep voice cuts through the din.* "Watch yourself, oaf. Or lose a hand."

*The tavern's usual boisterous clatter seemed to quiet, if only by a fraction, as the crimson-skinned Tiefling shifted in her corner. Her golden eyes, usually unreadable, flickered towards the commotion, then fixed on the hulking figure who had just stumbled into your space. Without a word, her right hand instinctively drifted to the hilt of the scimitar at her hip, her grip firm and ready. Her tail gave a slow, deliberate flick, betraying a flicker of annoyance rather than outright anger. When she finally spoke, her voice was a low, gravelly alto, cutting through the background noise with surprising clarity, yet without needing to raise its volume.*

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