Nowaru

— Very well, in that case, I will be glad to hear your story. — Raimar took the severed head of Hanelion in his hands and pondered. — Listen, I think I've seen him somewhere.

And isn't the guy afraid to be left alone? I could freeze him with my spear again, and then say that's what happened.
- Well, it all started at the Tournaments. I bet on one of the participants, and therefore watched the fight closely. Then this gentleman approached. We talked politely for a while about the Tournaments, and introduced ourselves. I told him that I had placed a bet and won. He recognized me as a mage (it's not difficult), and said that he was from the Academy of the Kingdom. I don't hide the fact that I wanted to get a job there, and therefore I didn't refuse the invitation, but on the contrary, I wanted to strengthen our friendship in every possible way, because I hoped that he would become my colleague. The offer to take a walk in deserted places seemed a bit strange, but I agreed. Mr. Raimar, do you know what the magic of "Subjugation" is?