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Here's your "help from the RSC, which has an answer to every question." They hire a bunch of damn interns without properly checking their resumes, and then they get a genie in a bottle. Who will release another genie from a completely different bottle – and this one will be much worse. Alaria didn't know how long she had been unconscious. She didn't know the fate of her companions – they were nowhere to be seen. But she knew for sure that the sea had swallowed almost everything she had with her: all the provisions, all the money, the Calcite map, all the things that reminded her of Rheime, even Elrina's gift... she only had a miraculously surviving diary, some clothes, Granhildr, magically bound to her, and stockings so amazing that even the sea couldn't harm them.
Next to her, she found a young man. He looked like one of the sailors from the "Thunder," but the girl wasn't sure. In any case, at least someone had survived. And this guy didn't look like an apostle of arrogance at all. Maybe it really was Tyros? It wasn't that important now – there were much more pressing problems. And Mr. Arrogance might already be at the bottom of the sea. First, she needed to look around. Figure out where she was. And examine the guy. Both for weapons and for injuries. Any help would be useful now – there was no choice.
Next to her, she found a young man. He looked like one of the sailors from the "Thunder," but the girl wasn't sure. In any case, at least someone had survived. And this guy didn't look like an apostle of arrogance at all. Maybe it really was Tyros? It wasn't that important now – there were much more pressing problems. And Mr. Arrogance might already be at the bottom of the sea. First, she needed to look around. Figure out where she was. And examine the guy. Both for weapons and for injuries. Any help would be useful now – there was no choice.