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- You're hurting my feelings. I'm not deceiving the authorities. I don't need any trouble. Perhaps Sateon went to the local tavern. By now, he should be hungry, even though he doesn't like such places.
- To the tavern, you say? Well then, let's go. - The guards headed towards the "Golden Peacock," leading the aristocrat. The orcish woman was probably already there by now. Heroist
[Well, then Antaer goes to the tavern, buys a room for the night, and goes to sleep.]
When Antaer woke up, he unexpectedly found himself not on a cot in the tavern, but on a small island. All that could be seen on the horizon was the sea, in the center was a waterfall, and on top of a hill was a small Temple. The Assarian spent hundreds of hours training in the peaceful atmosphere of this island and eventually learned the one-handed weapon specialization (Rank 1). As the long day began to give way to night, he heard disturbing sounds coming from the forest. Coming to the source of the noise, he realized that he was surrounded: eight hideous creatures were approaching him, their disgusting eyes staring only at him, their huge jaws clicking in anticipation of food, and slimy tentacles reaching out to him.
Added 1 minute ago A glob of dark energy bursts into the negotiation room.