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Clarissa raised her eyebrows skeptically.

"You want to clear out the chrot lair? Unexpected for a bookworm who can't even hold a weapon," said the old woman, who clearly knew a thing or two about battles. "That's not a bad idea. The chrots have been getting increasingly brazen lately. I'll give you a small squad, and my best fighters will meet you at the lair. Deal? But there's no turning back. Either victory or death."

A group of four warrior-scholars and three fighters gathered around Aristarkh.
- Is there any healing potion available? - asked Aristarkh.- How many fighters are waiting at the lair?

Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.

(Закон сохранения).