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- "Well, Mr. Smoke, why are you so gloomy? After all, the demons haven't destroyed the world yet..." the mage chided his companion for his somber mood, and then advised, "...be more open, Mr. Smoke, be more open...:) ", after which he winked at the Barbarian;), then continued - "I'm not asking you to reveal everything about yourself, just a little information to make our journey more interesting, and besides, if you tell me a little about yourself, it will surely cheer me up, Mr. Smoke, and I will also tell you part of my story..." - the mage put all his persuasive power into this plea.
"It hasn't happened yet, but... Well, alright... Do you want to know more about me?... Personally, I don't really want to share or learn... I know enough already... I'm from the North, I lived among barbarians, druids, shamans, and others... But then I left... There was nothing there that would keep me there... And now, here I am before you..."
Then I turned and looked at Almareen in confusion... Is he blind? There are so many of them... And he says: "There's no one left"... Well, alright, let's continue on our way...
I fell silent again, lost in my thoughts...
P.S. Alexey, everyone from OT is there! There's Lelya, Eric, Knight, you and Ada, and whoever else from OT...
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...