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-- Will this helmet fit me? -- he asks about the prison of the mind.

It seems like Neira wanted it, so you should share it somehow.

When Leroy came home, he found a witch in the living room. She was sitting on the floor near the fireplace and crying. Broken dishes were scattered everywhere, chairs and the table were overturned, and there were marks on the walls from a poker. The witch's skeleton servant was collecting the broken dishes.

-- Hmm, -- Leroy sighed tiredly and sat on the floor, lightly kicking a chair lying on the floor. -- What happened?

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Buy a lion, Cop. Besides, it's open, your face will fit.

/ Well, I'm not buying it, even though I'd like to. Okay... I'll place an order. /

Buy a lion, Cop.

/ 1. Stupid.
2. Why? /

-- Well, -- Leroy sighed wearily, giving a slight kick to a chair lying on the floor, and sat down on the floor. -- What happened?

- Nothing good! - the sorceress shouted angrily at Leroy and continued to cry.

I'm not sure Neira will buy anything from the blacksmith after what happened last time.

Actually, I think it's cool. A guy with a lion's head walks into a tavern. He grabs it by the ears and takes it off. And THERE'S ANOTHER LION'S HEAD underneath.

I'm not sure Neira will buy anything from the blacksmith after the last time.

Well, anyway, I'm waiting for her. I'll probably place an order. There won't be enough for both a custom order and a helmet anyway.

I think it's cool. A guy with a lion's head walks into a tavern. He grabs it by the ears and takes it off. And THERE'S ANOTHER LION'S HEAD underneath.

Mentreshka.

When Cenira returned to the Society late in the evening, she was greeted by an annoyed Lavala.
- Well, well. And where have you been wandering around?! You should have been here a long time ago! Where are my pastries and tea?! - Lavala asked, placing her hands on her hips.

Cenira, however, greeted her colleague with her usual smile. Although the journey back was long, the elf felt almost no fatigue. Another perk of being a lich. "Lav, don't be mad; they ran out of pastries, so I had to wait for a new batch to be made. But look what else I brought," the necromancer placed a small box on the table (let's assume there is one) and opened it, revealing a small cake with Lavala's name written on it in icing – a surprise! To celebrate our new meeting and our recent discovery. Besides, as far as I understand, we only have a couple of days left to work together. So let's make sure we remember this time fondly! Despite her words, Cenira's actions were motivated not only by sentimentality but also by practicality. She, of course, performed her work properly. However, Lavala, being Lavala, could write anything in her report. And if she was bribed with a cake, the chances of a positive (or at least non-negative) review of the work done increased. At least, that's what Cenira thought. (Figure out for yourself how much this will cost.)

In short, you're in Lavala's tent, just so you know.

- Ooh, how lovely! I love cakes! - Lavala smiled, but then quickly put on a stern expression. - That's not enough to atone for your guilt; you'll have to do something else... Hmm, brew some tea in the meantime. Let's eat cake, and I'll think about how to punish you.

Figure it out yourself how much this will cost you.

350 sen.

350 сен.

Cursed Lavala!

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The elf smirked smugly and went to brew some tea.

[all windows are decorated]

/ Not scaled. /

The elf smirked smugly and went to brew some tea.

When the cake and tea were finished, Lavala leaned back in her chair and said:
- That was a good cake. They have decent pastry chefs in Tson-Doh Sisebe. Alright, let's get started with your punishment. There's a basin over there, and a bucket over there. Fetch some water from the well and heat it up. You'll wash my feet and give me a massage. They're so tired. I've been running around all day. I need to keep an eye on these builders; they're always trying to cut corners and pocket the savings for themselves.