Граф Орлов
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So, I want to go to a fist-fighting tournament...
Yeah, but it's his money...
Sandar and Aidan watch in silence as Hargon and the girl who approached him have a conversation. The sorcerer initially mistook her for a courtesan, but it seems he was wrong.
- I think we should go wash up, and then find a place to rest, - said the blond, finishing his second mug. - Guys, do you happen to know where there's a good inn around here? One with reasonable prices, and where we don't have to sleep on straw.
-- Buddy, I might be able to help you with a job, as a favor, -- Thorstein gives Sandar a sign -- it's not for outsiders' ears. -- Depending on what you can do, of course.
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- Well, come on, buddy, tell me quickly... Who are you, how many of you are there, what are you doing to people, and most importantly... WHY are you doing it???
- I think we need to search the house... - addressed to the guards.
- To see what they're putting in the beer "out of the goodness of their hearts" and so on...
- What are we going to do with the woman, Arno? Are we going to chase after her? Although, I guess we won't catch her now...
While they search the house and rummage through the bodies, the frightened outcast begs:
-- Just get me out of here, I'll tell you everything! They're watching!
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Visibly cheered up, Ottar got out of bed, tidied himself up, greeted Augur, and went to the master's bathhouse gym.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers