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While somewhere in the depths of the underworld, Dorian was dying, depriving Hatahrayt the Fire-Eyed of any hope of reuniting with his friend, in Iczakan, a sorcerer and an elf were plotting something ominous against the bright-headed Kael.
– This is just furries, – Rurek grimaced. – Only cheesemakers can persuade them. I don't really believe that even one tribe praying for help will arrive in Iczakan anytime soon. But we'll talk about that later. For now, I need to be initiated into the defenders of Iczakan. What do I need to do? Kiss Ony's heel?
Or Ussy's foot? Both options are good! The main thing is not to kiss Osha's heel!
– This is just furries, – Rurek grimaced. – Only cheesemakers can persuade them. I don't really believe that even one tribe praying for help will arrive in Iczakan anytime soon. But we'll talk about that later. For now, I need to be initiated into the defenders of Iczakan. What do I need to do? Kiss Ony's heel?
Or Ussy's foot? Both options are good! The main thing is not to kiss Osha's heel!