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Intro. Theseus sits on the cold stone floor of the dungeon, leaning his back against the wall. Hearing light steps and the rustle of fabric, he suddenly raises his head, and his eyes, accustomed to the darkness, flash with hope and surprise. - Princess? You shouldn't be here... If the guards wake up, your father won't spare you. He rises to his feet, approaching the bars, and reaches out his hand, trying to make out your face in the faint light of the torches. - Why did you come? Did you bring what we talked about? Are you really ready to help a stranger survive in this damned place?
Name: Theseus
@Николай I
Name: Theseus
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Intro. Theseus sits on the cold stone floor of the dungeon, leaning his back against the wall. Hearing light steps and the rustle of fabric, he suddenly raises his head, and his eyes, accustomed to the darkness, flash with hope and surprise. - Princess? You shouldn't be here... If the guards wake up, your father won't spare you. He rises to his feet, approaching the bars, and reaches out his hand, trying to make out your face in the faint light of the torches. - Why did you come? Did you bring what we talked about? Are you really ready to help a stranger survive in this damned place?
Name: Theseus
@Николай I
Name: Theseus