HoM[M]ie
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Howmie.
- Here's your armor! - the gnome went to his workshop and started rummaging through his tools. You were left alone in the workshop of the unusual gnome. There was so much in it! From small screws to massive gears, from wires and small metal parts to iron plates and copper steam pipes. But then Dobrynya returned, holding an iron jacket in his hands. Seeing your puzzled look (as if you hadn't ordered this), Samogonov just smiled and said.
- Try it on. - the jacket fit like silk. - That's not all! - the gnome smirked. - You'll see how it serves you in battle! - then an unknown person in a cloak and hood entered the workshop. He could have been called a tired traveler, if not for his posture, worthy of an elven lord.
- Does the blacksmith Dobrynya Samogonov live here? - the blacksmith bowed politely.
- Yes. That's me.
- I have a special order. - the stranger handed the gnome some kind of envelope. When he looked at it, he suddenly became serious. To your surprise, the stranger then turned to you.
- And you should now go to the lands of the elves, to the village of "Clover", where you will find both old and new friends. And now... - turning to the gnome. - With your permission, I must take my leave. - And, bowing, the strange customer left.
I was left puzzled again, but I came to my senses and asked the gnome:
- How much do I owe you?
aka Sir Holmes aka David Jones.
