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- But he never does that to me, - the elf said in a low voice, lazily and discontentedly nodding towards the horned one.
- So, here you are, - her brother paused for a moment, pretending he hadn't heard. - I almost didn't recognize you without your tuxedo. But maybe that's a good thing - it's a shame to get it dirty in nature.
- It was a pity to part with such a thing, but in the end, a thing is just a thing, and you should cherish what is really important. - At the same time as the last word, Noxis puts his hand on his sister's head, which calms down the anger that had been building up in her because her intimate moment was interrupted by uninvited (or perhaps invited, considering the announcement and the public nature of the location?) guests. - And your appearance is no different from what I saw before. Maybe that's for the best - lately, there have been more hustle and bustle and changes in the city than in my entire life.
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- Brr. - He instinctively put his hand to his face. - That's not good either, but I'm more worried about this mirror. It would be very foolish to leave now without trying a coin toss, don't you think? It will be easier to figure out how to turn on the beacon in the Section and free that guy and everyone else stuck here. Anyway, we'll still have to conquer that trial, at least for the sake of the books and paintings.
- Haaaa... - Tokoton sighed heavily, lowering her shoulders so low that she almost touched her knees with them - apparently, she was quite flexible. - And after such cautious reflections, you still call yourself a traveler; this is almost exactly my way of thinking, the very one because of which I have not explored a single location with these mysterious books and portraits. A simple solution is right in front of you, but it's boring. The sorceress repeats the spatial teleportation ritual that she demonstrated in Ikazkan, and this time they find themselves in the center of the antechamber - where the large stone head and Rurek stood.