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Unfortunately, Lindeskar couldn't get a good night's sleep. Feeling through his sleep that someone was trying to take his bow, he immediately woke up. Opening his eyes, he saw only a group of village boys hurrying away.
His back ached from lying on the tree for so long, and the elf didn't want to get up, but he knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep anyway. What could he do? He had to climb down from the tree. The quiver, already riddled with holes and unable to hold even a single arrow, snagged on a branch as he climbed down and finally tore completely.
Stupid quiver! I've been carrying it around behind my back for a couple of weeks, torn, hoping to finally fix it, and now that I'm close to having the opportunity, it just tears! (What's left of the quiver falls to the ground.) I need to find a new one, maybe even some arrows at the same time. There was a military camp in the village, I think...
The quiver, as if unwilling to leave its master, whom it had faithfully served for many months, snagged again, this time on his boot. The annoyed elf kicks his leg, dislodging the now useless piece of leather, kicks it into the bushes, and walks back to the village with a brisk pace.
His back ached from lying on the tree for so long, and the elf didn't want to get up, but he knew he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep anyway. What could he do? He had to climb down from the tree. The quiver, already riddled with holes and unable to hold even a single arrow, snagged on a branch as he climbed down and finally tore completely.
Stupid quiver! I've been carrying it around behind my back for a couple of weeks, torn, hoping to finally fix it, and now that I'm close to having the opportunity, it just tears! (What's left of the quiver falls to the ground.) I need to find a new one, maybe even some arrows at the same time. There was a military camp in the village, I think...
The quiver, as if unwilling to leave its master, whom it had faithfully served for many months, snagged again, this time on his boot. The annoyed elf kicks his leg, dislodging the now useless piece of leather, kicks it into the bushes, and walks back to the village with a brisk pace.
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!