e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
- Yes, she is.
You have influenced the morale of other users too much in the last 24 hours; your powers are now depleted. You will be able to influence the morale of users again after 24 hours.
Well, then we’ll wait until they get closer to the traps, and Quint takes out the weak one, while Decimus shoots the strong one.
Me? What’s wrong with her?
“I can imagine,” Felian said with a smile, listening to the dwarf’s story. However, he didn’t really want to listen to Dargin’s story.
Success, Fatty (Death)
— Good afternoon, — the Collapsian said politely to the shop owner, her face lit up with a warm smile. — My name is Maylin, and I work as an assistant for the graduate student Cristoll. You’ve probably already met him. I wanted to purchase a love potion at your store on his behalf, but due to the barbarian rampages carried out by the Elves, the necessary elixirs were not available. That’s why your employee suggested that I seek help from you!
Although Maylin’s introductory speech was quite lengthy, it didn’t stop the Collapsian from trying to read the stranger’s mind in order to gauge his overall mood and understand whether he would help or not. And if so, on what terms he was willing to cooperate.
What if I mix a solution of vanulin and tetrat and add it at the very end? Hmm, maybe then the mixture won't be so thick. I need to try...
- Murderer! - someone from the passersby shouted, seeing the alchemist.
- Hello, Sam! - the man replied.
- Murderer! - the alchemist's neighbor shouted, who was just returning home.
- Hello, Sarah! Yes, you've come to the right place. I have a few supplies left. Will you wait here? - he said to Maylin.
- Alright, I can't believe I'm saying this, but I've had enough for today, - said the dwarf.
- Oh, I would have continued, if my butt didn't hurt...
- I told you, no details!