Smok.
- So, he figured it out... Smart. Although, at first glance, you wouldn't think so. Don't worry about it. They can't fight, and I'm not planning on returning this time anyway. Let's go. Baomen is one of us, so we'll get through easily.
Machete, it's truly strange: the necromancer hadn't even managed to free himself from the roots when the sorceress, still in a trance, gave him a solid whack on the nose (or whatever liches have).
Actions?
Tanya, waving her arms and trying to break free, felt an almost imperceptible shell or boundary. And at the same time, a growing desire to swim away with the dolphins to the coral caves, to admire the beauty of the seabed...
- Wake up! Wake up!
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