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I decline the starting 100 coins; they don't suit me.
Lindeskar slowly walked through the forest, munching on an apple. He had already passed a small, strange village with an unexpectedly large number of people and soldiers – he didn't want to be in a crowd, and there was nothing to do there with empty pockets. He couldn't buy food, nor could he hunt game without a single arrow in his tattered quiver, so he had to make do with what he had in his bag. Fortunately, yesterday he had sneaked into someone's garden and picked a few sour, small apples. Evening was approaching, and it was time to think about finding a place to spend the night.
Ahead, a flicker of a campfire appeared. In the twilight, the young elf managed to make out a rock, and in front of it, a clearing where the campfire was burning. Around the campfire, he counted five figures that looked like humans. Lindeskar tossed away the apple core, took out his spear, and very quietly and carefully made his way to a tree that seemed like a good cover – it was an old, gnarled oak, fifteen meters from the campfire.
What he managed to see from there didn't please him, as two of the lying figures turned out to be corpses – their unnatural poses, the abundance of blood on one of them, and the strange appearance of the other, the corpse of a child, spoke volumes. Two elves were sitting nearby, and the last figure belonged to a human of considerable height, who was trying to read something in the light of the campfire. Also, in the distance, there were rather strange... piles?, but it was impossible to determine what they were.
Lindeskar became even more wary. These strange travelers did not inspire confidence in him. He didn't know what to do – whether to run away or intervene – and so he continued to stand tensely under the cover of the old oak, trying to hear something, so that he could make some conclusions based on what he heard.
Lindeskar slowly walked through the forest, munching on an apple. He had already passed a small, strange village with an unexpectedly large number of people and soldiers – he didn't want to be in a crowd, and there was nothing to do there with empty pockets. He couldn't buy food, nor could he hunt game without a single arrow in his tattered quiver, so he had to make do with what he had in his bag. Fortunately, yesterday he had sneaked into someone's garden and picked a few sour, small apples. Evening was approaching, and it was time to think about finding a place to spend the night.
Ahead, a flicker of a campfire appeared. In the twilight, the young elf managed to make out a rock, and in front of it, a clearing where the campfire was burning. Around the campfire, he counted five figures that looked like humans. Lindeskar tossed away the apple core, took out his spear, and very quietly and carefully made his way to a tree that seemed like a good cover – it was an old, gnarled oak, fifteen meters from the campfire.
What he managed to see from there didn't please him, as two of the lying figures turned out to be corpses – their unnatural poses, the abundance of blood on one of them, and the strange appearance of the other, the corpse of a child, spoke volumes. Two elves were sitting nearby, and the last figure belonged to a human of considerable height, who was trying to read something in the light of the campfire. Also, in the distance, there were rather strange... piles?, but it was impossible to determine what they were.
Lindeskar became even more wary. These strange travelers did not inspire confidence in him. He didn't know what to do – whether to run away or intervene – and so he continued to stand tensely under the cover of the old oak, trying to hear something, so that he could make some conclusions based on what he heard.
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!