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The city was... strange. It didn't seem dead, but calling it alive wouldn't be right either.
Kyk stepped onto the pier, wrinkling his nose in disgust, but there was no smell of decay.
"My sense of smell must be completely gone. A whole city full of corpses, and I can't smell anything. Probably a complication from seasickness."
Hearing the sailors' conversation, the r'yoralian was very upset. He loved to eat.
"I definitely won't go to the tavern."
► With these thoughts, Odd headed to the alchemical laboratory.
В тихой однообразной жизни всегда так бывает: каждый отдельный день бесконечно долог, но месяцы и годы мчатся с непостижимой быстротой.
I wanted to offer you some flowers, but a crown would suit a princess like you much better
Смысл жизни в том, что жизнь на тебе не заканчивается