Arandor
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-- Sandar -- aren't you from the same region? -- the northerner casually asks the mage. -- Why are you so quiet, like a stranger? Do you want me to sell you something?
- Yes, from the north. My companion and I have traveled a long way, and we're a bit tired. Now we're thinking about where to rest, - the blond replied, sipping ale. - No, we're not interested in buying anything right now. We don't have much money left. We're lucky they're giving away drinks for free, - he chuckled at the situation. - By the way, do you happen to know if there's any reward for winning the Tournaments or even just for participating?
Eidan stands nearby, silently drinking ale in small sips, observing the surroundings and listening to the conversation.
Aretz, Girich, are you waiting for the Tournaments?
Be strong. Believe