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I wouldn't advise you to...
- Hey, Gordian, - Sarael called to his companion as he was about to leave. - I think it would be better if I helped you leave this place in a non-trivial way. - This battle, or rather, this massacre, helped the dark elf understand one thing that had troubled him until now: in that duel, it wasn't him who was weak, but the archer was incredibly strong. Thinking about this, he involuntarily smiled, as he had often done recently.
Are you planning to rob the blacksmith? Just when I have enough money for a crossbow? )