⚔️Serberia

— Is that some kind of slow-moving golem? — Daniel raised an eyebrow. — But overall, you're right — blue is evil...
— What do you need me to do? — the young man quickly snapped out of his reverie, momentarily distracted from memories of his mother, who used to drink constantly. — I don't know any miracle cures. I could try to scare him with my club at night, but he'll recognize me right away and probably won't take the "threat" seriously.

Anselm paused for a moment.
— And what was the reason for such a desire? — he asked.