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"Wow... only Smog could deliver such a blow. But this isn't Smog..." Night got to his feet. It's hard to recover after such a powerful hit. His head felt like it was about to explode, as if he'd had a wild drinking spree in one of Alstran's taverns. The assassin collapsed to the ground again...
"Sar, here's your elf, wait for him to recover and then go..." I said to the mage, and I headed into the cave...
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...