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"Kimchilla!" Kamistella thought happily and went back to the battlefield somewhere in Calcite.
What a luxurious diva... she is clearly absolutely useless around the house, but at least you can brag about her to all the sorcerers in the area.
"I am Rurek, protector of Ikazkan, conqueror of Antrum, victor of the 'Fire of Civilization', slayer of Zmeich, survivor of the terrible Border, a reliable friend, a steadfast guardian, and an excellent blacksmith," Rurek modestly introduced himself. "With me, your cavern will always be safe. No treacherous fire mage, bagr, or other dungeon monster will dare to disturb your peace while I stand guard. Let my appearance not deceive you – I am healthy, strong, and resilient. My flesh has been tempered in the fires of great battles! And I also have a small collection of trophies."
Ah, Kamistella's fate is hard... an eternal battle in Calcite... it's good that something like this will never happen to Rurek.