GvozD
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GvozD approached, sketched a map on a piece of paper, because his memory hadn't been great lately. He leaned over to the gnome and, trying not to breathe on him, whispered the recipe for a potent concoction that always got elves high (that's why they were always so cheerful). "Goodbye," GvozD said quickly, then left and went to look for the elf.
Да будет так