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Sarael strolls along the deck of the "Drunken Whale," breathing in the fresh sea air and catching glimpses of the bright sunlight.
Odd successfully reached the ship.
On deck, Kyk met Sarael, who seemed to be flirting with some girls.
— Oh, hello, Sarael! — the R'lyehian addressed him. — I was at the slave market today. Guess what, they quickly found a replacement for yesterday's orcish girl. And what a replacement! There's a real dark elf in a cage. True, she's chained, and the merchant says that mages have deprived her of the ability to jump. But I find it hard to believe. Is that even possible?
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