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The entire squad moves together, but we only stop at shops if someone in the group expresses interest. This is the bridge: However, if Lin suddenly demonstrates a lack of geographical awareness, I'll delegate route planning to someone more competent.
Early in the morning, the mercenaries set off together for Uver. As soon as they approached the bridge in the northeast, Henry and Zeikin noticed the ghost of a huge troll in front of it.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Henry was in a good mood in the morning. After waking up and thinking about yesterday, his first words in bed were, "Lol, she fell for it; it seems she really thought I apologized," – though he didn't say it too loudly.
For the rest of the time, the guy was rambling to Gwen-Gwen about the Warcraft universe, without holding back his thoughts. But somehow, he noticed the troll under the bridge.
"By the way, trolls don't look like that in Warcraft. Okay, I'll tell you later."
"It's not necessary, Henry... Of course, your knowledge is interesting in its own way, but, umm, I still don't understand any of it..." Gwen tried to tactfully wriggle out of the conversation.
"Guys! – he points at the spirit. – This thing is going to take our money now, or whatever trolls do. Get ready."
"Henry, it's a spirit."
"Huh? Am I having glitches again?"
"No, a real one, just like me..."
"Well, that's what I'm saying."
Henry scratched his neck, contemplating the philosophy of schizophrenia and whether a more schizophrenic schizophrenia could affect a less schizophrenic schizophrenia. Finally deciding not to tempt fate, he said:
"Yeah, just put on that medium ring, and you'll be fine... If, of course, we weren't ripped off at the shop back then."
Noticing the mercenaries, the troll approaches them. - Aha, another bunch of weaklings wants to cross my bridge! Now, hand over the coins! Or I'll squash you! The troll tries to hit Zeikin, but his hands pass through the body; he gets angry and lets out a roar of displeasure.
- Damn it! I'm dead, I forgot again. Anyway, hand over the coins, or I won't let you pass!
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Oh, right, - Lin had almost forgotten that they bought a whole set of medium rings, - let me take a look at you.
She puts on the ring and tries to see the troll.
- Ah, right, - Lin had almost forgotten that they bought a whole set of medium rings, - let me take a look at you.
I put on the ring and try to see the troll.
Lin sees a huge troll who is now trying to peek under Arael's skirt. - Sweet little elf, I'd love to eat you. He bends down to the ground, blows with all his might, and Arael's skirt flies up. Some of the more observant mercenaries might have noticed that the elf wasn't wearing any underwear. - Holy Lady! - exclaimed the elf, adjusting her skirt, and her face turned a familiar burgundy color. - Aha! Sometimes it works! - the troll rejoices, then takes a coin out of his pocket and throws it into the river. - Come on, one-eyed, one-legged creature, take a swim. Joe notices something shiny in the river.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
"It's a shame I never took an interest in occultism. I wish I could just get rid of it and be done with it, but not knowing what it is might be dangerous." - Is this your bridge? Well, I guess there might be some sense in charging those who cross it... But money feels a bit soulless, doesn't it? How about I sing you a beautiful song in exchange, and you let us pass."
- Is this your bridge? Well, I guess there might be some sense in charging those who cross it... But money feels a bit soulless, doesn't it? How about I sing you a beautiful song in exchange, and you let us pass.
- Heh-heh-heh, - the troll grins menacingly. - Little redhead, do you see me? Are you some kind of medium? Hmm, you say you'll sing a song, but if you sing it naked, then alright, I'll let you pass.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Don't be so gloomy, buddy, - he clapped the departing Joe on the shoulder in farewell. - Asceticism strengthens the spirit, and small joys after abstinence turn into great ones. If the Lady is generous, she'll sort things out tomorrow, and she'll be running after you, pouring drinks, one after another. If not, I'll take care of it myself. It's the boss's job to show his teeth; it's not up to us to understand what's going on in their heads, and arguing and getting upset is only harmful. Here, take this to calm your nerves, - he hands his partner a few cigarettes.
—Yeah, sure... —the pirate mumbled something unintelligible, but he took the cigarettes and nodded gratefully, albeit gloomily.
For Joe, this night was difficult: first, he was tormented by nightmares, then by phantom pains, and then by both. Usually, alcohol helped with this, but unfortunately, he had to make do with cigarettes. By morning, the old pirate was completely exhausted and silently trailed along with the rest of the procession. Author
Joe notices something gleaming in the river.
—Hey, look, gold! Treasure? Or maybe just glass... —Joe tried to hook the "something shiny" with his hook.
- Heh-heh-heh, - the troll grins menacingly. - Redhead, can you see me? Are you some kind of medium? Hmm, you're singing a song, but if you sing naked, I might let you pass.
- I think such a large and distinguished gentleman as you should realize that sometimes clothes make a woman more beautiful than being completely naked. But alright, I'll undress down to my underwear - but you have to applaud and let me pass safely across the bridge. Deal?