So, I made some tiny cosmetic corrections and updated the text in the book topic. I’ll post my text on the weekend.
P.S. Perhaps the first chapter can be finished.
Chapter Two
His dark hair fluttered slightly, a sign of a calm ride. Something unsettling was in his dark eyes, something sad. Very little is known about our hero's past. He was born into a family that was neither poor nor rich; he had everything he needed, but from childhood, he felt a sadness about something unattainable, although he didn't know what it was. He was enrolled in an assassins' school, like any other child. In the last peaceful times, their services were no longer needed. So, their services acquired a slightly different meaning – escorting caravans, protecting borders from wild animals. Although rarely, they still received orders for murder, espionage, and every reasonable mercenary always agreed, because such an opportunity might not come again. And the order for Albin was one of those.
The horse snorted; ahead, a chill was felt. Ahead was a passage underground. Our hero jumped off the horse and headed forward. There, he was met by mossy stones, between which a barely visible staircase began to wind down. Finally, he felt that freshness of damp earth and moss again, familiar to him since early childhood. Faint steps of an elf echoed on the damp steps. He descended into almost complete darkness, but then the first torches appeared – a sign that he would soon be met by sentries. Underground plains, there is nothing more beautiful. All paths lead to the fortresses and cities of the dark elves, so you won't go wrong if you follow one of them. Suddenly, in the distance, he saw a small caravan. *I wonder if they'll give me a ride to Glenger* - Albin thought. He walked towards their wagons… (I’ll finish writing further tomorrow)
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