Connection ErrorBad RequestThis page went staleSession ExpiredSign in requiredForbiddenNot FoundToo Many RequestsServer ErrorBad GatewayService UnavailableGateway TimeoutHTTP Version Not Supported
Session Expired
Your session has expired. Please log in to continue.
Sign in required
You need an account to do that. Sign in or create one — it only takes a minute.
This page went stale
Your security token was rejected, usually because the page sat open too long or you signed in elsewhere. Nothing was saved. Reload the page and try again.
Request Failed
We encountered an issue while processing your request.
Please check your internet connection and try again.
"Amazing! Incredible!" – the gladiator examined the numerous figurines; it was difficult to tear his gaze away, considering the unusual and diverse images and ideas that the creator put into his creations. Mirastir even wondered if this man could also be a master of stone and created that marble statue that stood in the headquarters of the "Golden Griffins"? However, that was unlikely; it would be too much. The gladiator waited for a while until the master himself was distracted or paused for a second, and cleared his throat loudly.
— What do you want? — The sculptor, as it became clear, knew of Mirastir's presence but tried not to pay attention to him until the last moment. — Did you damage the statue that the boy gave you?