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— I can't disagree with that. Thrakia's words were an understatement – Viktor had more experience than the entire trio combined. Unfortunately, even that didn't save him. Alaria felt as if she was under some terrible curse, operating within Calcite, that killed anyone she spoke to for more than ten minutes. It didn't matter if it was a master swordsman, a guide, or a raven. Apparently, she was left to only remain silent and think about her own things, so as not to put people in danger. — Nice to meet you,” the Thanarian nodded briefly, turning to their new guide.
— And I'm very glad to meet you too. I love guests from the north, although it's not very Arselian. They amuse me, they get my blood flowing, so to speak. When I'm in their company, I always have to be on my guard, catch every glance, pay attention to the meaning of every word, guess intentions... Pretend to be deceived... Heh, that's what I call life.