HoM[M]ie
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Homie, but nothing notable happened — except that as soon as you put on this iron jacket, built-in pauldrons and poleyns extended from it. Passersby looked at you strangely, but assuming you were a sorcerer, they continued rushing about their business.
"Not bad, need to test it in action." I admired the armor, remembered that I had to go to the village, to the elves, took a step... but was it the right way? "If only he'd said which direction to go... Fine, I'll go to the tavern and ask around... too bad I'm not very good at that." Besides, I felt hungry. :)
I entered the spotted tavern and approached the innkeeper:
- Could you tell me how to get to a place called "Clover" in the elven domains? - I asked, already pulling out a silver coin...
aka Sir Holmes aka David Jones.
