- Don't worry, I'm from the republic. You've probably heard of the society of mages, - the elf interjected. - We spoke with the bald man in the camp, and he said we could pass.
- What's your name? - asked the tattooed man in a calm voice.
- And who are you? - he asked Beleroth.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт