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- It's like a potion made with mole. I heard there's a recipe for it somewhere in the north... Oh well, never mind, - Zeikin shrugged, sat down at a table next to Joe, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a match.
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- I wonder if there's a cheaper tavern in town than this one? - Faibleup wondered again.
- I'd also like to visit the town, and then maybe other places. Although traveling through villages isn't very appealing, but if we have to choose, I suggest going southwest. There seems to be some kind of market there, and in the north, there's only a village and a military camp, if I understand correctly.
- You shouldn't have refused the pine cone, - Zeikin said, puffing on his cigarette and extinguishing the match, releasing smoke towards the ceiling, enjoying a moment of rest after a long journey. - We can go to the market. I've been thinking about it and came up with a way to carry you more easily and not scare people. I can have our musician sew up the holes in his clothes, leaving only the collar. Then he'll become very thin, and we can pour you through that collar, and from the outside, it will look like a normal person. We just need some kind of hat to cover his skull. What do you think?
The hero doesn't seem to mind; we can go to the southwest.
- Hmm, I can rent you the entire fourth floor for six gold per day. There are eight beds, but it looks like not everyone needs one, and since you're from the Claw tribe, maybe you can solve some of our problems...
- Alright, we'll take it!Fragment
- Forcing people to deal with paperwork just to perform - what a ridiculous thing! I've never liked all this unnecessary hassle; it won't stop the creative process anyway. And when I start playing real music, the audience's approval doesn't matter as much. It's a specific dedication to art beyond the perception of most. And I also like to watch their faces at that moment. Hilarious! Radiel smirked, remembering the stunned looks and people covering their ears. - I think I need to check out the place, find a spot. And then, in the evening, burst in and really rock it.
-- As for the patches, I don't care, but you, Nikta, aren't you afraid that people might mistake you for someone else because of the bandage on your face? You might not notice, but people don't usually walk around like that.
- I have a... rather unique appearance, so it's very difficult to mistake me for someone else. Trust me, it's better with the bandage.
Nikta goes ahead to check for traps and the surroundings; after that, it doesn't matter. Let me be at the back; let's move in a tight, vertical line.
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- I have a rather... unique appearance, so it's very difficult to mistake me for someone else. Trust me, the bandage is better.
-- That's exactly what I mean. The bandage only partially protects you, so it's better for them to know you're from the "Claws" than to think you're just another one of their "problems." But it's your decision.
- Glad, Ara, look at that! - I draw their attention to the find and try to get a better look at the source of the shine.
To get a better look at the source of the shine, Lin needs to get closer to the edge of the bridge. - W-where? - Arael replied, - I c-can't see anything, s-sorry.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
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