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"Too few events," thought Lester about the squire's reply, seeing Ambrose off. "Either you're completely counting crows, or... what?"
- Is this for real? Then she's flirting with you, and you're a player. That doesn't usually happen! Show me your triumph when you get the chance, - Vargas mused, surveying the city from the hill that the palace location kindly offered, and recalling a couple of informants he knew who had long been firmly seated in his palm. - I have one... acquaintance. Knows a lot of things, and loves to share them with or without reason. And he absolutely loves hanging out in the sauna. Let's go there, what if he's around? And if not, at least we'll improve our health, even if it is elephantine-bogatyr-like.
"How can you improve your health if it's already healthy?" thought Alceus, and replied aloud, - let's go.
At the main entrance to the Temple, visitors had to stand before a large image of the one in whose honor it was built.
The massive piece of art was protected from wind, sun, and rain, and drew the attention of everyone passing by or entering.
- What's the deal with the horns, I wonder? - Inquired the captivated squire. - And a sword of strange shape, we don't have those. But now I think I understand why the Founder abandoned his reclusive life, heh.