Nyashechka Kavai
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Hostor, unable to tolerate the idle chatter of the Free Cities resident and the snake-man, barely restrained himself from sending them both to the energy source and looked around. He saw a knife in the hands of the elf, who was either lost in thought or had managed to take a sip of the "wonderful potion."
Or maybe he's just slow. Doesn't matter. Storytellers want blood - they'll get blood.
Redram, without hesitation, approached the elf, took the amputation knife from him, and returned to Lucius. At that moment, de Sais came to his senses, bursting into laughter that echoed throughout the room.
- Siegfried, are you alright? - Hostor looked worriedly at the nix, but the fit of laughter had already passed, and he now looked more or less decent.
Or maybe he's just slow. Doesn't matter. Storytellers want blood - they'll get blood.
Redram, without hesitation, approached the elf, took the amputation knife from him, and returned to Lucius. At that moment, de Sais came to his senses, bursting into laughter that echoed throughout the room.
- Siegfried, are you alright? - Hostor looked worriedly at the nix, but the fit of laughter had already passed, and he now looked more or less decent.
