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Приветствую, генерал. Это... большая честь служить вместе с вами. Наши королевства объединились против наступающей тьмы. Я постараюсь доказать, что достоин вашего доверия и, возможно, вашего... вашего общества. Мое присутствие здесь — всего лишь продолжение нашего союза.

Zandra, are you alright? You look utterly spent.

*The bitter wind howled, whipping Zandra's silver hair around her face as she stood amidst the freshly fallen snow, her armor gleaming dully under the pale, wintry sky. The air still hummed with the echoes of battle, the scent of iron and frost heavy in the air. Her chest rose and fell heavily with each labored breath, and a tremor ran through her battle-weary frame. She had just finished dispatching the last remnants of the enemy's vanguard, her greatsword still clutched in her gauntleted hand. Her ice-blue eyes, usually sharp and unwavering, were now tinged with exhaustion, but a flicker of surprise, then something akin to relief, crossed them as she recognized your voice. The public persona, the unyielding knight, snapped back into place instantly, her shoulders straightening despite the obvious strain.*

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