Смок
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A strange creature, having retreated into two empty chambers, hid behind a door and returned with food... The human received a large piece of roasted pork... The elves got some kind of herbal flatbread, the vampire got blood, the demon got raw meat... The women here are treated better than in a prison.
- Hey, newbie, stop whining! Here, have some meat, eat up... Tomorrow you'll go for testing! Hehe, we'll see what you're capable of. And a half-goblin, half-something else walked down the corridor, whistling some annoying tune...
Having eaten, you were about to rest, but then a human addressed you.
- Hey, newbie, greetings! Maybe we should get acquainted? What's your name? Where are you from? For example, I'm Arthur, I used to be an Imperial Guard, until these damned elves caught me and forced me to participate in these disgusting games...
"Hey... Arthur... Hello..."
The human, not quite understanding who was addressing him, turned around and was surprised not to see a wolf, but a human...
"My name is Smok... From the north... Listen, tell me, what are these games..."
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...