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The town we entered was a depressing sight: here and there, we saw charred remains of houses. There were few warriors left, and it was clear that it wouldn't withstand another demon attack.
After asking where the local blacksmith lived, I headed there – it was getting "hot," and I needed to buy something.
The blacksmith had only junk, but I still bought a helmet and a shield, both clearly used, and a bow with arrows – just in case.

On my way back, I noticed a silver coin on the ground. I bent down and reached out to pick it up, and at that moment...
Твой дом там, где твоё сердце.
Все люди - братья, но в каждом из нас спит волк.