– Have we become fewer... – the young sorcerer said thoughtfully. – It has become restless in Iczakan and beyond, many young sorcerers have died in battles with the Fire of Civilization. And I survived, although now I am doomed to bear the mark of the enemy's treachery, – Rurek obviously meant the disfigurement, – someone must stand guard over our people. I am quite capable of doing that. Oh, and I am always open to beauty!
- Go ahead, Rurek – to Iczakan! I want you to entertain me with the local sights and entertainment programs!
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- Eee... What kind of "companions"?
- And how many participants do you need?
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Having left the announcements on the board, the elf went back to One.