Nyashechka Kavai
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Hostor looked around the room with disgust. The objects didn't arouse the slightest interest. The creature in the cage was irritating. Redram sighed wearily.
Maybe he should burn it? - a sly thought slipped through his mind.
Approaching a little closer, the mage carefully examined the prisoner, paying particular attention to the mask and the watch(?), and then, without taking his suspicious gaze off the creature, he pushed one of the books he had brought with him halfway through the bars.
