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- Why are you closing already? - he asked the hall administrator.
- Yes, Sir Tuor, unfortunately...
- You'll work a little longer!
The administrator didn't argue with the young man and let him and his friends in. The youngsters piled into the restaurant and sat down at one of the tables. Tuor put his feet on the table, waiting for a waitress to approach him. The last of the remaining waitresses was Emilia.
At that time, Etal was approaching the "Dining Bone" establishment to, as always, escort his lady home.
I don't have the inspiration to create a character with such an unpleasant appearance. Oh, do you want me to go straight to the Society of Mages and stay without artifacts? :с
