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—Exactly! And it turns out you didn't make a mistake! You paid off your debt, took care of your child, and didn't lose your form, that's impressive! We humans need movement. —He gestures elaborately with his hand, surveying the surroundings until it stops on the oval-shaped object. —Uh, —movement in a figurative sense. Otherwise, the soul stagnates, and before you know it, you become a vegetable, spouting empty knowledge and wallowing in stimulants. Not our kind! —He pounds his fist against his chest.
- That's right! - Sharik nods. - After a couple of suicidal missions, you'll feel like a real person!
- Alright, don't get too comfortable. - He says to his son. - Let's move on. - He addresses the newcomers.
The next location turns out to be a workshop.
- Here you can acquire new gadgets, but not for free - you'll have to pay with barter or reputation. And this is Dyrka. She's both a craftswoman and a merchant.
- What's up, guys. - She waves at them. - You're quite the freak! Ahaha! - She points a finger at Dorian. - And is your face also all twisted?