AstralLein
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Dungeons belong to One and her evil minions. That’s just the way it is. And for some reason, among the peoples of Iczazkan, no one has ever been upset by this state of affairs. The hordes did not rebel, the furies did not try to push one of their leaders into One's place, even the elves simply lived, engaged in magical research, and died for new knowledge. Only humans could not do without intrigues and betrayals. They don't even need a reason for their favorite pastime. Just give them someone to stab in the back.
– Well, he doesn't seem like a savage, – Rurek strained his memory. – He seems like a full-fledged leader! But where he lives, unfortunately, I don't know. Hmm. And is it safe for us to stay here? Some of the humans are clearly in cahoots with the merchant. I'm worried about their numbers. There are many humans, and few of us. I never thought I'd say this, but... it's better to fight those brutes than the humans!
The vile humans have no honor, no respect, no growth!