Loken
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*sporting a fresh scar on his neck, he enters the bar with a grim expression, not looking at anyone, sits down at a table in the back corner, and begins to clean the teeth of his chain sword with a rag.*
half an hour later...
*having polished the sword to a shine, he hangs it on his belt. He sits, lost in thought.*
five minutes later...
*he looks up from the table, surveys those gathered with a clearer gaze, and waits tensely for something, calculating details in his mind.*
half an hour later...
*having polished the sword to a shine, he hangs it on his belt. He sits, lost in thought.*
five minutes later...
*he looks up from the table, surveys those gathered with a clearer gaze, and waits tensely for something, calculating details in his mind.*
Первый, кто был забанен за Правду.