Machete
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An image appeared... Light emanated from it... A breath of fresh air... You managed to make out the image... "That's the elf..." flashed through your mind... The elf turned and walked away... the image disappeared, and a falcon was sitting in front of you...
A falcon! Indeed, the elf mentioned it. Still, I don't see anything good coming out of this.
- Bird! Can you help me? I'm looking for a pretty sorceress; she should be somewhere in this area!
Does it even understand me?
I've got a hole in my pocket!
© Ринго Старр
© Ринго Старр