Verdan sat quietly at a table in the tavern, listening to the dryads sing on the small stage... he couldn't understand the words, of course, but that was even better. Their song blended into one pleasant symphony for him...
Suddenly, a slightly tipsy barbarian burst into the peaceful tavern. He approached the counter and rudely demanded a glass of wine...
At the word "wine," Verdan immediately perked up, but Sage reacted in time and firmly placed his hand on his shoulder.
Added 7 minutes later
Ta Kotoraya, homie.
- Since the elf said to perform now, it must be important. I suggest this plan: the dwarves are excellent in defense, and we need to use that... - and Novizard began to tell Tanya his plan...
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