Heroist
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— You can call me Linderia, Darbon. And good day to you, — the Moenian smiled relaxedly. — You’re right, I would like to ask you for help with a certain undertaking. An undertaking that will require your skills as a chronomancer. Possibly. As a precaution. It’s not a given that you’ll actually have to use magic, — Linderia paused briefly so as not to overwhelm the old man with a whole stream of information at once. — You see, I’m thinking of spending some money on a potion that could potentially be useful to me. But there’s a small, very small, snag in the form of possible side effects. Fortunately, they manifest immediately. And, essentially, I need your help to reverse these effects with your magic, should they occur, — having finished her explanation, the girl looked expectantly at the sorcerer. — So, will you help a comrade in need?
The old man listened attentively to the Moenian. And although the request seemed quite harmless, he still felt noticeably uneasy. What if his magic didn’t work for some reason? Oh, even the thought of it was frightening. On the other hand, refusing a comrade’s request would be an even more disrespectful act. And, in general, he had nothing to object to.
—I’ll do my best. —Darbon muttered to himself.
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