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Rurek sat there, eating and thinking about something of his own...
“Listen to me, humans,” he finally addressed the overground creatures present, among whom were both science enthusiasts and admirers of the local princess/empress/goddess’s figure, “I spoke with the Sword of Onyx. As long as Ikazkan doesn’t start to burn, the ruler of the Ivlai will not interfere in the squabbles of humans and other races. But as soon as the Cheesemakers attack the city, and this will happen sooner or later,” Rurek’s eyes flashed, “such a massacre will begin that no science or love for Onyx will help. We will have to fight. And many will die. But we can do things differently. We can simply prevent the vile humans from achieving their goals. No troublemakers – no war. Everything will remain as it was before. Peaceful humans, peaceful Ivlai, peaceful Sords, and so on. The Cheesemakers are not all humans, but only one of their clans, albeit a strong one. So, adventurers, who are you for? For the destruction of Ikazkan or for saving it?”
Rurek decided to draw inspiration from the sword and be filled with its charisma. He just removed the part about beating his interlocutors to half-death from the image.