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The city is a place where some intelligent beings constantly arrive, but in return, others leave. Ikazkan was no exception.
A man hobbles towards Ukon and Chernika. Not fat, not thin, well-dressed, but unarmed. His face looks like a tomato that was crumpled during transport, a sign that someone had beaten him up quite recently.
- Hattu, - spitting out a lump of blood, he stopped and stared at the travelers. - Newcomers? Welcome to hell.
A man hobbles towards Ukon and Chernika. Not fat, not thin, well-dressed, but unarmed. His face looks like a tomato that was crumpled during transport, a sign that someone had beaten him up quite recently.
- Hattu, - spitting out a lump of blood, he stopped and stared at the travelers. - Newcomers? Welcome to hell.