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The innkeeper smiled cheerfully and said:
- Mistrad is not far from here, so be careful. It's a good thing you didn't go a little further north, otherwise you would have definitely fallen into the clutches of the undead. As for the dark elves, we're not afraid of them; for some reason, they don't bother us. Apparently, they have some kind of taboo regarding this place.
- Thank you, sir. You saved us from certain death; otherwise, we would have been completely lost.
I returned to Ada and said:
- We need to go north; Mistrad is there. When should we go?
"There they are, seize them!" - shouted the knight... Two squires rushed into the tavern... The knight drew his sword and pointed it at you... The squires drew their swords and charged at you...
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...