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"Let's go to that table..." - Knight pointed to the last table in the corner of the tavern, pulled his hood over his eyes, muttered something to the twitching sack, and headed towards the table, listening to the words of the orcish song. "Orcs are singing in Old Marsh? Strange..." - thought the assassin. He could barely see anything in front of him (hood over his eyes) and therefore stumbled into a drunken elf ranger...
"Aaa, who are you? Be careful, please" - said the elf and stared at Knight. "Well, well, - the elf was barely standing, - aren't you my dark brute brother, are you?"
Knight walked around him, but the elf was persistent. It seemed that trouble was unavoidable...