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Normal in Silverdawn. Men sit around farting in libraries, women fight. That Cartridge of yours is a smart man.
Ple-Sen
— I'd like to think so, — Alaria replied to the merchant with a courteous nod, — especially since I myself am no stranger to creative impulses, though they usually find their reflection in letters rather than on canvas, — she smiled, — Alaria Doran. Pleased to meet you, Sir Milic.
That's a Sith, right?
Apparently the Sith queen doesn't shy away from using pods to capture Tezoth. And why hasn't Karnea sent anyone yet?
Count Orlov
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Count Orlov
-- We often find the simple absurd, and white seems black to us? These words are dangerous in times of turmoil. They can turn to great evil, and until I study the work thoroughly, I forbid you to publish it further! — Ambrose concluded decisively, striking the floor with the butt of his spear, but after a moment he softened slightly. — But I do not wish you ruin, and so that the printing may continue, I am ready to offer a couple of manuscripts. Perhaps my biography, or sirventes full of courage, or a genre like "fantasy in verse" will distract the people of the capital and other lands from dark and fruitless thoughts for a time.
- I would be most grateful for any fruits of your writing, my lord. - The director did not dwell on the fact that the work in question had been published several decades ago, so it was already a bit late to withdraw it from circulation.
-- And if there are printed copies that have not yet gone on sale, I must place a veto on them. Fortunately, I recently wrote a work about the past and have it with me now, — Ambrose, handing the biography to the director, lounged at the nearest table. — There's a bit of work here on the collection, and in the evening I'll send my servant to you with another of my creations.
Hey! Hello! No censorship in Canamia!
Count Orlov
Got it... Let's have the next alliance with Gildaria, Nebos.
What, what happened?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт