Граф Орлов
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The giant lowered his gaze at Hryashch. Boredom was easily read in his eyes.
"Ruk-Shator, traveler," introduced the stranger. His voice rumbled like a landslide on the only road leading into the Dungeon. "I am studying the mountain range."
Judging by the giant's appearance, he could send a ratling flying with one kick.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers