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Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

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Will the shops be open tomorrow? Then let's go.
They will. Where are you going, to tomorrow?
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I wave it off. Cassius is ready to go restore his sanity by fighting.
Cassius successfully makes his way to the basement club, where, in addition to those who were present yesterday, there is a shaggy northerner who was bargaining for a wolfhound, and another ten ordinary guards. Rigobert didn't waste time – now they have blunt weapons for every taste and a medic – all that remains is to hope that he is not as bad as they say.

-- Come on, you slobs, let's go! Lie down! Get up! Jump! -- these shouts of the sergeant are obviously not addressed to Cassius, but to his subordinates, whom he is already driving around the hall, waving a whip. -- Those who don't train their speed will train to take a hit! -- the whip hits the slowest one, and he falls to the ground. -- Ah, Sir Knight Cassius! I told you, this is a wonderful Dungeon, my guys like it too. Choose whoever you want, fight. Either for money or just for fun. Hmm... Maybe I should arrange a fight for you against ten ordinary soldiers at once? Although, no – if they can't handle it, I won't even have enough imagination to punish them enough for it.

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And what about "persuasion"? Is he like a "godless" or something? Can he be healed with cleansing fire, or not?
That's secret information... Fire doesn't work.
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Does that mean he gets kicked, and HP is only removed at the end of the next round?
Yes.
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Did you mean maximum?
Everything is written correctly.
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Does that mean that if he skips a turn, he intercepts attacks?
That's right. That is, you activate it at will, skipping a turn. He can attack, using either a throw or a bite.
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- Does he have a name? That is, a nickname... How should I call him? Not "hey, dog"... - Voldemar asks the seller.
-- This is your dog – call him whatever you want.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers