Смок
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Smok, you hadn't even managed to fall asleep when someone covered you with a sack, tightly bound you, and dragged you somewhere.
You were shoved back into the cell... there was some kind of fog in your head... you didn't understand what they did to you...
Then the door to the corridor opens, and Dark Elves bring in a human, a vampire, two forest dwellers, and a horned demon.
- 5 gold and a mug of dark wine - one of the guards says with obvious joy.
The other mumbles something in response.
- That frees up three cells, says the practical goblin, or some other monster... and begins cleaning the empty cells.
- No, there are only two wines! We have a newcomer! - one of the guards laughs, and both elves leave again.
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...