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"- It's not that scary," Kraylos said, introducing himself in turn. "Fear only adds to uncertainty, and these guys hit so hard that shields shatter into pieces. Although, as you can see, confidence alone is sometimes not enough to defeat everyone," he added with a friendly smile, after which, feigning a brief questioning hesitation, he turned in the direction where another female resident of the house had rushed off. Outwardly, Varen's sister was quite good-looking, but the mercenary hadn't thought to inquire about her character or the tragedy that had befallen her previous chosen one.

- Please, go into the living room. Aita and I are about to prepare lunch. We'll feed you then.
- Come on in, buddy, - Varen led Kraylos into the living room, they each grabbed a beer and sat down in front of the TV to watch football, there they sat on chairs by a small fireplace. - Aita! Bring us some beer, please.
Soon Varen's sister brought them each a small mug of beer. And when she was about to leave, her brother grabbed her by the arm and sat her down on the third chair.
- Why so gloomy? You didn't even greet the guest. Dad didn't raise us that way; he always said you have to be welcoming and friendly with guests, remember?
- Hello, - the girl said, glancing briefly at Kraylos and looking away.