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#1161
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- Jump quickly!
There's an agility check at level 50.

Whatever
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#1162
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—Thank you for the offer, but I just had lunch, and I have plans for the evening. —he politely declined. —By the way, if you're also new in town, you can find decent food and lodging at the Wild Bull for a reasonable price. In any case, see you tomorrow. —After saying goodbye to his new acquaintances, the fairy headed to the town square, waiting for the dwarf legionnaire.
—Alright, I guess we'll do that.
The pair heads to the indicated location, but before that, they decide to find out about the quest posted on the notice board.

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#1163
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Arandor
- Agreed. Then, until tomorrow.
- We should eat and rest; we've been on our feet all day, - Tarion shared his thoughts with his companion, not expecting any response, as usual. - Would you like to join us? - he asked the fairy and the woman.
- Thank you for the offer. But I still have urgent matters to attend to. So, we'll see each other in the morning, gentlemen.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#1164
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Sky
They won't notice.

Failure.

Don't try to sweet-talk me, you little hussy! Do you know how many of your kind I've seen in my time!
- Mrs. Katzals, she is not a prostitute!
- Silence, Cristoll! All those years of studying here and this is what it comes to! What if I tell your mother?
- Mrs. Katzals, do not bring my mother into this! I hired Maylin to help me with my project; I can't manage on my own!
- And a name like a prostitute's... I had a higher opinion of you, young man, - the old woman shook her head.
The Alchemist took a deep breath and suddenly jumped over the turnstile.
- Hurry up, jump! - he told Maylin.
Before deciding whether to jump over the turnstile or not — Maylin decided to try and subdue the old witch concierge.

In short, if it's a failure — I jump and run with Cristoll; if it's a success — I continue talking to the concierge so as not to arouse visual suspicion.
Графомания путешественника
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#1165
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Don't you want to join us? he asked the fairy and the woman.
Even Tarion was captivated by the fairy's beauty...
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
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#1166
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I have a feeling that when Arzo and Heroist and I return from the quest, Maylin will have mind-controlled half the city.
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#1167
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Neira quickly understood how to play a structure-focused character effectively.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
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#1168
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- Aren't they a bit too small to be used with the "Rainbow" pamphlet? - Hanzo scratched his head and hid the card inside his robe before returning to his workstation.
Стартовый пост - Квенты - Разное
Резара - Аксель - Орвальд - ЭмилияСтэфания - Амвросий - ЛестерАльсираАлария
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#1170
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That's how it usually is with this type of character. First, they subdue all sorts of dubious individuals. Then, they simply punish those who were rude. And eventually, they even target those who are supposedly close to them.
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#1172
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Arandor
- Alright, I guess we'll do that.
A couple head to the designated location, but before that, they decide to find out about the task posted on the bulletin board.
- Mr. Brasahog is organizing an expedition into the wasteland. If you're interested, I can give you his address. But first, fill out a mercenary application and pay a fee of 20 axots. And don't bother him before 13:00!
Ment
/ As I told Nebk in a private message, I was still thinking about casting Hunger on the tormented dog, but whatever, I've been sitting here long enough. /
A little later, Vikayla approached.
-- So... what now? )
-- We'll drag it through the tunnel to the ritual hall, and then we'll summon the guests.
The sorceress was a little surprised, and then she smiled knowingly.
-- Come on, you wouldn't do that, would you?
The cult leader just looked sadly at his assistant and waited, so Vikayla had no choice. She transformed into a semi-elemental, and together they took the sleeping body.

In the main house of the cultists, Corcketus was "hanging out" with the slaves. Well, how? He was sitting in an armchair, staring at the wall. If some curious structuralist decided to read the minotaur's mind, it would be something like this: "Cream. Whipped cream. Is cream better or is whipped cream better? Hmm. Cream. Whipped cream. Cream is made from whipped cream. Hmm. The wall is creamy. Or is it whipped cream? Whipped cream. Plums. Cream. Plum cream."
Something clicked, a cabinet moved away from the wall, and Alisonn and Vikayla came out.
-- Let's go, -- the leader said to the slaves.
- Yes, Alisonn, sir, master, mister, I'm coming, - the troll patted the cats goodbye and followed the cultist. The froglet silently followed his master.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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#1173
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Quint could visit here with his children and wife.
He could, but he believed that young, unmarried girls had no need to visit any kind of food establishment, even if accompanied by their father. So, he would visit either alone (quite rarely) or with his wife (extremely rarely).
- Hello, Quint! Long time no see. How are you, how is your wife, the kids?
-- Hello, Evrat. Pour me a beer. I'm doing well. Listen, I was supposed to meet a girl here... No, no, it's not what you think! -- Quint waved his hands in feigned embarrassment and made a face so that Evrat would definitely think that was the nature of their relationship. He briefly described the missing girl's appearance. -- So, she was supposed to stop here; she probably arrived even earlier this week.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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#1174
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- Mr. Brasahog is organizing an expedition to the wasteland. If you're interested, I can give you his address. But first, fill out a mercenary application and pay a fee of 20 axots. And don't bother him before 1:00 PM!
- To the wasteland? That's quite a distance... - the elf pondered. - When does he plan to go there? We have a job at the moment, but in the future, we might be able to agree to this offer.

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