🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

Khryashch returns home and goes to sleep. On the floor, because Ruk-Shator rightfully occupies the bed as the strongest.

Khryashch restores all action points.

"It's time to hit the road. Where should we look for the third of us?" asked Vardaan early in the morning.

The weather was beautiful outside. It was snowing, gurps were chirping, and snow rats were squeaking.

-- Kik is with us. I’ll quickly run to the exchange post; my pockets are running low on explosives. And it would be good to get some supplies from those smart high-ranking guys. I'm here, struggling, assembled the team myself, bought the bombs myself, volunteered for the mission myself, and what are they doing? Let them do at least something for the triumph of humanity... Hmm, and for Vardania, and generally for everything good against everything bad. At the exchange post, he trades all his alchemy and water elementals. And a sock.
--"I tell you, this is my grandfather's lucky sock, a great warrior. A family relic; even my father – Vzryvbatya – wore it when he fought monsters in the forest; I'm parting with it reluctantly."