You don't even have time to keep track of your own ailments here, let alone game-related ones?
And no one even suggested anything... but if I had one extra point in my stats, everyone would be all over me?
After examining the inventories of those present, Rurek realized the main thing: pies are a universal dish, popular with all races of Iczakan.
“What lovely little pies,” praised the Elven Lord, “small, but very neat! And mine are like this. Big, juicy, for a hearty snack after working in the forge!”
Pie, pie, pie... why are you so delicious... oh, never mind. It's time to gather provisions for my brother!
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт