Граф Орлов
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Sandar and Aidan arrive at the mighty gates of Dismal, but before they can escape the cold March wind behind its walls, they must pass the guard.
-- Half-elf, you may pass. And you... -- the guard stops, his gaze unfriendly, on Sandar. -- You will be checked first.
-- Half-elf, you may pass. And you... -- the guard stops, his gaze unfriendly, on Sandar. -- You will be checked first.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers