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- That's true. The Lafirs are a bit different... - she carefully examined Tarleon, and the elf felt uneasy under her gaze; it seemed as if someone had crawled into his soul and was poking around inside with a scalpel. - I heard. Now we need to solve this problem too. But we don't have enough people. That's why we're looking for people like you. You're a mercenary, am I right?
- Yes, that's right, - Tarleon replied. - But I need to sort out my own affairs first. I came to you because of one of them, by the way. But could you please stop using magic? - the elf politely asked. - I don't like it when people do that.