New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
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New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
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But why?
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After thanking the administrator, Felian headed to the indicated address.
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The girl didn't want to dance or cuddle with this man, but she didn't think it was very nice to leave him without a reward for his help, so Maylin decided to do a small favor for her new acquaintance.
— You know, Sir Meomoth, I'm not suggesting anything, but no structuralist would want to dance with you or anyone else around a pointer, — the collapse artist smiled softly. — But, for example, if you don't refuse a good night's sleep or a feeling of pure, genuine happiness, or the appearance of a new goal in life...
Heroist
Knight
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- You, you, you, you, are a STRUCTURALIST! You exist! I'm not crazy!
The man falls to his knees and hugs Maylin so tightly that his face is level with her groin. He begins to cry with happiness.
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Quickly surveying the room and making sure there were no distractions, Quint began searching for a sales log or other similar documentation.
—Good day. Mr. Adellum Udsam? I'm from Clean Hands, regarding the advertisement about problems with goblins.
Heroist
- Ah, so you too. There was already one man here. A Knight in shining armor.
Граф Орлов
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Hey, can you only resurrect corpses within a specific time after death?
And can't new characters draw maps?
Returning to the city and receiving payment for his work, Tarion decided to take a little break and go for a walk. He and Beleroth weren't friends, and the elf didn't have any particular attachment to his slave, even though they had spent several years together. In this case, the word "habit" would be more appropriate. Tarion was used to having someone nearby, and that someone was quite capable of protecting him in case of danger. Now the situation had changed, and the elf felt uneasy about it, even though he could quite well take care of himself.
After agreeing with the goblin that the body of his comrade would lie with the Djurani for some time, Tarion pondered what to do with it. After all, it was a valuable specimen, and burying it in the ground would be too wasteful, and perhaps the cemetery was already overcrowded, despite the legion and their skeletons. Maybe they could use the body, or the society of mages, but there didn't seem to be any of their representatives here, only shops. But the elf still wanted to be sure, so he headed to Crystal, but before that, for some reason, he decided to visit the slave market.
