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#304
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It all started rather abruptly.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#305
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Antaer looked around with admiration at the wonderful place, which was strikingly different from the dark stone caves he had seen before, or from the bustling human cities. He would have preferred not to overhear someone else’s conversation, but there was nothing he could do about it. After reading the inscription on the sign, the elf involuntarily slowed down. He didn’t fully understand the rules, and he wasn’t sure what to ask the sage. After hesitating for a moment, Antaer decided to go inside.

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#306
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Nimrinil headed for the fifth door; there was definitely nothing left for her to find behind the others.
As the girl touched the doorknob, she was immediately thrown back several meters.
[Nimrinil takes 70 points of true damage (70/140) and is paralyzed for 10 turns.]
Seeing this, the old man jumped up (as much as a man of his age could) and, approaching her, angrily said, "You fool, what are you doing?"
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#307
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I can't decide which faction to play. Maybe I should create a poll...
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#308
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Play as both.

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#310
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Say yes.
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#312
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Heroist
Antaer looked around with delight at the wonderful place, which was strikingly different from the dark stone caves he had seen before, or from the bustling human cities. He would have preferred not to hear someone else's conversation, but there was nothing he could do about it now. After reading the inscription on the sign, the elf involuntarily slowed down. He didn't fully understand the rules, and he also wasn't sure what to ask the sage. After hesitating for a moment, Antaer decided to go inside anyway.
The first thing Antaer felt upon entering was some extraordinary peace and a sense of security.
In the center of the room, sitting on the floor, was an unusual man. He said nothing and silently watched the guest, as if waiting for him to take action.

Note: "He has no ears."
Along the walls were countless various curiosities, some kind of weapons, jewels, containers with unknown contents, and some completely incomprehensible objects to Antaer.
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#313
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Ment
-- I didn't think you had protective spells here. Who are you protecting yourselves from?
- What did you expect? This is a guild of mages, not a public square!
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#315
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- You'll see. - The old man slowly returned to his seat and, sitting down, picked up his quill. - So, what's your name, and what brings you here? - Nimril still lay on the floor, unable to move.
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#316
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Antaer remembered well that he could ask only one question and make one request. He wondered how much it would cost. He had absolutely no money. Or maybe this fortune teller didn't need money.
The Assarian was struck by the appearance of the sage; he had imagined him quite differently. But now, all thoughts were jumbled in the elf's head. Perhaps he should ask for something from the local items, or something even better. But Antaer was somewhat inexperienced in these matters, and the place impressed him so much that the elf blurted out the first thing that came to his mind:
-Tell me... please... the cause of my death. - he mumbled.

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#317
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-- Nimril. My friend and I heard about the guild and decided to visit it. Maybe we can learn something there.
 

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#318
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Ryu didn't bother looking into a magic ball, laying out cards on the floor, or reading someone's palm; instead, he answered immediately after hearing the question.
- The cause of your death will be the Kalevrite faith, - the sage said without any emotion on his face. Perhaps Antaer will forget about it as a bad joke, or perhaps this answer will torment him throughout his life. Who knows?