Sylvester Archipelago

- What's he up to? - Tanasii asked suspiciously. Something felt very wrong.

- He... - the elf wanted to answer, but less than a minute had passed when Krizaor returned.
- Damn purse, where did I leave it? Elisael, did you take it?
- No, sir.
- Haven't you chosen yet? - he asked Tanasii and the others.

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I think that's even too much.

Okay. Two. Otherwise, the Heavens are too kind a GM.