"Great Clan! My best friends have started insulting me! Lately, I've been thinking more and more that I was wrong to run away from Markel! I'm no longer a vampire, and I can't stand blood!". I barely restrained myself from an outburst of anger, but I still held back and said to the innkeeper, looking reproachfully at Ta Kotoraya:
- No blood, please...
-What's the matter? - I ask the innkeeper -Excuse me, is something unclear to you? He walks away.
- Hello. I'm glad to see you again. - I smiled, and then became more serious. - At first, everything was going well, the mages were already ready to agree to help us with the siege of Krrah-Taak, but some old man started shouting that I was the same elf who "tried to steal the secret of flying cities" from the mages. Anyway, they recognized me, and I had to run away. Just like that time... Well, let's look at the bright side: we still have dwarves and paladins, right? - I winked. - Judging by your look, you have better news than I do.
-But you're right - I have good news. The dwarves agreed to help. Their Elder is a great dwarf!:D :D We even became friends. But as for the paladins - I don't know... There's no news from that side yet :( I hope everything is okay!!! So, what should we do?
