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Krailoss has strange tastes. Although it was clear from the start.

In his visions, Krailoss did everything to the fairies he could only dream of, and even more.

As the visions began to fade, the legionnaire returned to the real world and felt something poking him.

Hey! What are you doing lying around here? - asked Krailoss, an old, toothless, hunched-over man, poking him with a stick. - Are you a drug addict? Get out of here! Or I'll call the guards!

The pleasant time spent with the fairies had a very positive effect on the legionnaire's spiritual well-being. In a normal situation, he would have cursed and chased the old man away, but now he was still partially in the clouds and did not want to cause anyone unnecessary inconvenience.
-Huh? What? Sorry, old man. I'm just tired, so I rested a bit. - the mercenary smiled friendly. - I'm leaving now.