Злобный Ящур
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-- Well, detectives? Who are we taking down today? -- Voldemar barely finishes speaking when the sheriff arrives at the town hall -- a large, gray-haired man who smells of beer almost as much as a drunkard from the tavern. -- My men are ready. The slums are surrounded, two squads with sergeants are moving in for the assault.
- We don't know exactly how many there are. Maybe many, or maybe very many... How many of you are there?
- I just need to stop by the alchemist on the way...
- Can you lend me your cloak, brother? You probably won't need it right now... But a couple of extra spells wouldn't hurt me.... - addressed to Arno.
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