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"Pleased to meet you. Yes, what I did there might seem foolish," Flame Fox joined the conversation. "But you see, I really needed the money. Besides, I noticed that as soon as I take off my top hat and cloak, people stop recognizing me. So I decided to take a risk," the hobbit took a piece of bread and took a bite, deciding that now was the time. "Sharing with a stranger? Well, what's so bad about that? First, you don't look like just any ordinary vagrant. Second, I'm in the same situation as you. It's just that you've been unlucky lately, while I've been lucky, but you can't be blamed for that, can you?
“It seems you wanted to hear my story? Here it is. I had a happy childhood, anyone would envy me. And a happy youth. I've also experienced a happy adulthood, and what's more, it continues to this day, and I sincerely believe that I will live to see a happy old age. So why am I here, without a home, without a family, without friends? Well, I just had a bit of bad luck at the very beginning of my life. In fact, luck treats me very strangely, sometimes it's kind, sometimes it pushes me away... I was still a teenager, preparing to settle down, get married, and spend my life in my own home, occasionally visiting the house next door to borrow some sugar. Two days before the wedding, the king passed through our village, our glorious king, and can you imagine? He was robbed. Someone sneaked into the carriage, avoiding the guards, almost killed the king (he was seriously injured and survived only thanks to surgery), and robbed him of everything. How he got out of the carriage, the guards don't know either. An investigation began, it reached our village, everyone was checked, and it turned out that I was the only one without an alibi. None at all! I hope I don't need to explain what all this led to.
“It seems you wanted to hear my story? Here it is. I had a happy childhood, anyone would envy me. And a happy youth. I've also experienced a happy adulthood, and what's more, it continues to this day, and I sincerely believe that I will live to see a happy old age. So why am I here, without a home, without a family, without friends? Well, I just had a bit of bad luck at the very beginning of my life. In fact, luck treats me very strangely, sometimes it's kind, sometimes it pushes me away... I was still a teenager, preparing to settle down, get married, and spend my life in my own home, occasionally visiting the house next door to borrow some sugar. Two days before the wedding, the king passed through our village, our glorious king, and can you imagine? He was robbed. Someone sneaked into the carriage, avoiding the guards, almost killed the king (he was seriously injured and survived only thanks to surgery), and robbed him of everything. How he got out of the carriage, the guards don't know either. An investigation began, it reached our village, everyone was checked, and it turned out that I was the only one without an alibi. None at all! I hope I don't need to explain what all this led to.