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The warrior gratefully accepts the book from Tsulak's hands.
“I knew it!” Gorush exclaimed excitedly. “I can rely on you, friend!”
With the book tucked under his arm, the warrior rushed to Varna, who was peacefully sipping ale in the company of a beautiful woman with long braids.
“Varna! Look! I have a gift for you!”
“A cookbook? Are her other talents not enough for you, Gorush?” The braid-wearing beauty laughed merrily. “You are too greedy, don’t you think?”
“Cooking is for weaklings? You must be calling yourself a weakling,” Varna twirled a strand of snow-white hair around her finger. “You can’t cook yourself and you won’t let me live.”
“It will fit into the collection.”
“Quite so. Thank you, Gorush.”
After a short time, the not-so-happy warrior returns to Tsulak.
“Why didn’t you say that this book is for beginner cooks!” The illiterate Gorush looked disapprovingly at the terror of vagrants. “This is definitely not to Varna’s taste! However, if you think about it... it could have been worse. Much, much worse.”
Gorush probably made mistakes with books more than once before.
