Nyashechka Kavai
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Once in the room, Hostor collapsed into the armchair and quickly drank a healing potion. Warmth quickly flowed through his veins, the wound healed, and the aching pain was gone. After removing the bandage, Redram sat quietly for a few more minutes, then stood up and surveyed his companions. Now he noticed the comically-looking Siegfried with a fake beard, the worried Lei Lan, and the ever-calm Morgan.
- Now everything is fine, I am no longer in danger. But it was close, - the mage smiled weakly, stretching his shoulders. - I left the group of hunters in the lurch. Here are the eyes of the hydra; we will get a reward for them, - Redram placed the bag on the bedside table. - And now we need to do something. They might have recognized me, but it is unlikely that will happen now. You think about what to do - they might be hunting me.
With these words, Hostor took off his torn shirt and wiped away the bloodstains, then threw it in the corner along with his cloak, and quietly slipped out into the corridor, retreating to the room where he began to carefully shave off his mustache and beard.
- Now everything is fine, I am no longer in danger. But it was close, - the mage smiled weakly, stretching his shoulders. - I left the group of hunters in the lurch. Here are the eyes of the hydra; we will get a reward for them, - Redram placed the bag on the bedside table. - And now we need to do something. They might have recognized me, but it is unlikely that will happen now. You think about what to do - they might be hunting me.
With these words, Hostor took off his torn shirt and wiped away the bloodstains, then threw it in the corner along with his cloak, and quietly slipped out into the corridor, retreating to the room where he began to carefully shave off his mustache and beard.
