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- Ha! - exclaimed the merchant, tearing the accursed note into tiny pieces. The story he had already forgotten resurfaced in his memory, and he wanted to distract himself and admire the coming night. - Zakhar! Bring the tools! We'll be preparing devilish potions.
All available for the month, for me and the boy, using my flasks. But I won't be dressing in his clothes myself...
If anyone wants to, they can join us.