Nyashechka Kavai
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Hostor, forgetting about his companion and such minor problems as the desire to sleep, watched with pleasure what was happening in the tavern. Redram stood by the wall near the exit and smiled contentedly. He was lucky enough to see the end of the fight before the old wizard appeared, and now he knew for sure that he had made the right bet. The inspector was handling the situation poorly, clearly expressing his intolerance, but this was just an unpleasant aftertaste after all the good things.
Various people and non-humans walked by, but this didn't bother him much. The mere fact of the brawl and all the subsequent events were quite interesting and amusing.
After a while, Nix got up and headed towards the exit.
"Excellent swordsmanship," Redram said with complete seriousness in his voice as the Dungeon resident walked past him. "When one strike is worth five, it says a lot. Especially when fighting in such massive armor. I wasn't wrong to bet on you, even if it didn't bring results," the wizard smiled faintly.
Various people and non-humans walked by, but this didn't bother him much. The mere fact of the brawl and all the subsequent events were quite interesting and amusing.
After a while, Nix got up and headed towards the exit.
"Excellent swordsmanship," Redram said with complete seriousness in his voice as the Dungeon resident walked past him. "When one strike is worth five, it says a lot. Especially when fighting in such massive armor. I wasn't wrong to bet on you, even if it didn't bring results," the wizard smiled faintly.
