Black Ice

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-Good evening, - the mage addressed the old man, - I would like to know if those translations I ordered a week ago have arrived? You remember, from the Tirian language?

- Unfortunately, there is nothing. - John sighed in disappointment, - these texts are not just a foreign language, but an ancient script used by the Tirian wizards. Only a few use it these days. Perhaps the wizard mentor, Atelstan, will be able to advise you.

- No, I wouldn't call it a calling, - Lugus imagined how different the conditions in that village might be from those here, and for this reason, he really didn't want to move there. - Rather, it is one of the areas that interests me, so I wouldn't want to transfer there. But I could visit this place sometime, maybe I'll learn something new. Perhaps I can practice on the way to assignments, just by taking ingredients with me and making potions if necessary. You can also do this in the field.

- I'll think about it, Lugus. - Richard pondered deeply, and silence fell in the room. He broke it with an unexpected question. - Tell me, have you been to Vaironia?

- Good day, that's right. I have two questions here. First, about Tiria. Has a group already left? ... Torvar and I talked, it's a great job. To raid a vampire lair, right?
The Koraneian was noticeably worried. It was felt that he was eager to fight:
- And even if a group has already left, we don't really need to gather - we'll leave in an hour and catch up. But what is Tiria? Is it cold there?

- I like your enthusiasm, honestly. - The scout first smiled friendly, and then grimaced. - But what's wrong with you, desert dwellers, that you are so slow and disorganized? Is it your hot sun that heats your heads? One of your fellow countrymen came to see me about an hour ago with the same question, his name was Sirkhan. Come in threes, and I'll tell you everything.

Стартовый пост - Квенты - Разное -
Резара - Аксель - Орвальд - Эмилия -

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