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- Oh, esteemed sir! I see you have weapons that only respectable nobles can afford! The monks of my monastery said that a sword of war is the soul of war!
- For me, it is nothing more than a tool. But perhaps you are right in your own way. Here, you can take a look if you wish, - the man handed White Wind one of his daggers, - they are identical, so there is no need to show you the second one. Bai Feng recognizes that it is a "dagger of the assassin +3. Damage 10-15 (25-30). OD 3".
- In the monastery, I was an apprentice to a blacksmith. I can say that this is a very good blade. If it's not a secret, what do you do for a living that this is just a tool for you? - said Bai Feng, handing the dagger back.
Ты страшился тысячи вещей... Но все это были лишь маски, лишь видимости. На самом деле страшило тебя только одно решиться сделать шаг в неизвестное, маленький шаг через все существующие предосторожности. И кто хоть один раз оказывал великое доверие, полагался на судьбу, тот обретал свободу.
Мы не свободные, вольно танцующие автобусы. Мы – привязанные троллейбусы и трамваи
- I was an apprentice to a blacksmith in a monastery. I can tell you, this is a very good blade. If it's not a secret, what do you do for a living that this is a tool for you?
The man said with a serious face, - I kill people for money. For a few seconds, neither of the two men said a word, but then the owner of the blades laughed good-naturedly, - Excellent joke, isn't it? I'm a hunter, I use them to butcher game. Wolves, bears. Sometimes I destroy giant spiders and other creatures. And what do you do, and what brought you here?
Helkehon peers out from behind the bars of his cell and sees no one and nothing, only the other part of the ruins.
The elf began to whistle softly, and after a while, Mellon was sitting under the wall of the cell. The half-breed dropped a small bottle of poison in a small bag and ordered the jaguar to bury it further away from this place.
He is trained! He understands!
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
After some time, the cell door opened, and a healer and a red-haired girl entered.
- Sir, here is the "merchant" you spoke about. After talking to her, I can say that I simply don't believe that such a sweet and polite girl could have yelled at you or done anything else... Moreover, she told us that today you bought a bottle of poison from her. Is this the customer you were talking about? - Yes... This striking skin color is unmistakable.
The healer called a guard and asked him to search the elf. To everyone's surprise, the item in question could not be found.
- But how?... - the red-haired girl asked in surprise, - maybe he hid it or something...
- Well, I apologize for these suspicions, but for now, you will have to wait in the cell.
Sky, bravo.
- My name is Han Bai Feng, and I am a wandering monk. I am an orphan, raised in a monastery. Now I travel in search of my relatives, and I also love various mysterious stories and places. As I understand it, Deepwell is famous for them? "An assassin's dagger with a hunter... I can't believe it," Bai Feng thought.
Ты страшился тысячи вещей... Но все это были лишь маски, лишь видимости. На самом деле страшило тебя только одно решиться сделать шаг в неизвестное, маленький шаг через все существующие предосторожности. И кто хоть один раз оказывал великое доверие, полагался на судьбу, тот обретал свободу.
Мы не свободные, вольно танцующие автобусы. Мы – привязанные троллейбусы и трамваи
- Did a woman bring you here? - the celestial being winked, - and what's so interesting about Pandorum?
Ты страшился тысячи вещей... Но все это были лишь маски, лишь видимости. На самом деле страшило тебя только одно решиться сделать шаг в неизвестное, маленький шаг через все существующие предосторожности. И кто хоть один раз оказывал великое доверие, полагался на судьбу, тот обретал свободу.
Мы не свободные, вольно танцующие автобусы. Мы – привязанные троллейбусы и трамваи