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A tall, somewhat plump поло with a narrow beard interpreted this interjection in his own way.
-- Oh, our man! Tell this little runt that witches belong at the stake! And all enemies of Kro belong at the stake! How can he even bring himself to object, because we, the поло, are a great nation, and all those who disagree with this... Well...
The halfling in a green cylinder and a cloak of the same color merely smirked, as if saying, "I've been explaining this to you for an hour, and you're still talking about your own thing."