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Fortunately, or unfortunately, Kamistella had already been to a Kisa concert, but she had never seen a Scryme performance. So, the choice she made still seemed like the right one.
– Has anyone ever told you that you're wise, my friend? – Kamistella suddenly asked. – With your approach to life, it's hard to argue!
By all the laws of logic, the time of day should have been moving towards late hours. This made some adjustments to the plans.
– I suggest we spend the night in the mansion and go see the Scrymes in the morning, – Kamistella said after thinking for a moment.
Besides, starting a new day is very beneficial from the point of view of one interesting notebook...
- Not a bad idea, but it still involves certain risks. What if you dishonor me at night, and in the morning I wake up chained up, far from sunlight? Or worse – you send me to the basement, where I will live like a dog and eat the leftovers of the servants. After all, I am an artist, not a grandmaster of martial arts; I may be weaker against violence than even the townspeople, who in our minds have neither portraits nor names.