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Rurek shakes hands with Garigurr.
– Have we become fewer... – the young sorcerer said thoughtfully. – It has become restless in Ikazkan and beyond, many young sorcerers have died in battles with the Fire of Civilization. And I survived, although I am now doomed to bear the mark of the enemy's treachery, – Rurek obviously meant the disfigurement, – someone must stand guard over our people. I am doing quite well. Oh, and I am always open to beauty!
If a mad human-ivyl comes here and wants to create an abomination from seven beautiful sorceresses, Garigurr, unfortunately, will hardly be able to stop him. But an experienced Rurek... also won't be able to, but at least he will die knowing what he's doing!