Nowaru

Adilika lazily stirred a spoon in a bowl of murky, unappetizing liquid, propping her cheek with her other hand, listening intently to the tavern keeper.
-Harbingers of Death, you say? Judging by your story, they're quite formidable, aren't they? I hadn't heard anything about them just a few years ago, which is strange. Tell me more about them?

- Well, they're the second legion of the republic! - The tavern keeper spread his hands, emphasizing their importance. - They're few in number, but each of their warriors is worth ten others, and their leader is a living legend. You must have heard the name Tartarus Ghostdrain somewhere, right?

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Shushuk approached the person sharpening his sword and stared at him silently.

The Geirtian freed his hands from other objects, pressed his right nostril with his finger, blew his nose, stood up, and approached Shushuk. The Orc was, of course, taller and more powerfully built, but there was no fear in the human's eyes. - Who are you?