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- My name is Enbilulu, - he introduced himself, - and I have something to confess to you, young man. I love knives, but few people know about it, because all the curious residents of our country, as well as tourists from afar, avoid my store and only unburdened housewives and low-level warriors visit it, seeking Adventure and Novelty. I understand that something like the Phantom Shadow in Ninamiate is much more interesting, but it is very difficult to acquire such an assortment, you understand, right? But regardless, tell me, would you like to take an interview with me?
—Hello, Enbilulu. Yes, I think I visited your store last year, but it was a strange time, so you probably won't remember. —the suspicious merchant listened, puzzled. —And why an interview? You might not be able to tell by my appearance, but I'm not an accredited journalist and I don't represent any publication…