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Benjiro noticed the excitement among his companions and turned away from the dew.
-- Awake? No? I see. Arandor
- It seems he fell from the hill, - Christian concluded. - We need to go up there and find out what happened. - Can you handle it? - the nozenrotec asked Cafira.
-- I wouldn't go there alone. Not even on wings. Someone already went.
..разым двазым трызым рызым пята лата сигерь мата локом боком крюк за крюк из бульмы бульма урюк.. Знание некоторых закономерностей освобождает от изучения многих фактов. Мечты сбываются рано или поздно, так или иначе.
- I can't argue with that. I suggest we return to the camp and from there investigate the northern part of the forest. And from there, head north. There's nothing for us here.
-Unfortunately, my mission has failed," KindShaman said sadly. "I guess I'll have to take his envelope. KindShaman takes Haren's envelope and leaves the other items untouched.
/I mentally applauded my fellow countryman's meticulousness, but in this situation, I didn't approve/ -- You probably have a lot of magic stones, KindShaman. Enough to heal all of our comrades who are still alive after the trials? Or at least yourself.
..разым двазым трызым рызым пята лата сигерь мата локом боком крюк за крюк из бульмы бульма урюк.. Знание некоторых закономерностей освобождает от изучения многих фактов. Мечты сбываются рано или поздно, так или иначе.
-Ugh, these accursed swamps, what a disgusting place. - Dormin grumbled, constantly sinking into the ground under the weight of his heavy armor. -We need to go back. If those cultists are hiding anywhere, it certainly isn't here. Or have they already grown wings? Let's try heading south.
-- Not wings, more like gills. Well, there isn't much of a difference in which way to go. I guess I'll go back to the forest and... Okay, let's head south.
- Alright, fine, let's head south from here. But if the situation doesn't improve, I suggest we return to the camp later. We head south from our current location.
/I mentally applauded my fellow countryman's meticulousness, but in this situation, I didn't approve./ -- You probably have a lot of magic stones, Le'Rau. Enough to heal all of our comrades who are still alive after the trials? Or at least yourself.
-We just need to be careful, and the stones won't be necessary. I don't think climbing that hill is a good idea; something is wrong with it. Surely, a person couldn't be so out of his mind as to just jump off it?
Dormin, Leona, and Dalia head south. Six hours pass, and the territory to the west still doesn't look any better.
Leona's cold progresses into a severe fever (all stats -40%, satiety recovers twice as slowly).
- The idea may not be the best, but we'll have to scout, - with these words, Christian headed to the hill.
Christian climbs the hill with gloomy thoughts in his mind. Reaching the top, he sees his companions below. ... Turning his gaze, he watches as Le'Rau approaches the cliff edge at a very dangerous distance.
Arandor
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