🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

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The fourth member of the expedition surprised the Black Knight and his wife.

"Vardan? Where did you find him?" Sir Gortreng was almost speechless. "I haven't met a single one in my life..."
"A real Vardan... Hmm."
"Don't even think about it!"

The trio of sufferers arrives at the gates and soon finds the unflappable Ruk-Shator. He was spending time eating delicious roasted meat.

"Here you are. You brought a strong warrior. With him, we won't die in the mountains. We shouldn't."
"Indeed, a Vardan... this expedition is starting to get interesting!"

Squad:

Kikki [19] (80/80) (3 potions, 2 subjugators)
Ruk-Shator [17] (140/140) (3 potions, 3 meats)
Sir Gortreng [15] (150/150) (10 potions, 3 salads, 3 tinctures, 100 arrows)
Hryashch [12] (70/70) (4 weak bombs, 2 bombs)

-- Of course, we won't die; we aren't numbered swordsmen. If Sir Gortreng shares a potion with me, our chances of survival will exceed 300 percent! According to my calculations. Okay, we'll have some fun along the way; ratlings won't enlist themselves. The redhead resolutely leads the team to the ratling lair—more precisely, he follows the team as the most valuable specialist and provides moral support when the vanguard sinks into yet another snowdrift.

E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers

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🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊