Well, here we go, glitches already... With my right hand, I pull out a flask of fly agaric tincture from under my cloak, take a couple of sips, and put it back, just in case, to slow down the poison, no more glitches... I take out my sword and hide in the shadows... Okay... These aren't elves... Definitely not elves...
- "But who is it?" - thought the Barbarian, as Saruman's voice echoed in his mind, mentally observing him...
Нет невежества - есть Знание