Posts from Horizon of Darkness Auto-translated

-- I wish it were a joke too. The guy in Uver lost the ability to speak, he can only grunt. He's partly to blame, but you were just in his shoes, right? But we won't insist, we understand how it sounds. Your warlock is quite a pain, I'll tell you that.

Henry waved his hands and didn't take it.
-- Uh, can I please have it? The kid will take it. Hey, take it, what are they offering me?! Thanks for helping.
-- If you need anything else, don't bother us, you trolls. Well, we're leaving.
If we don't have to make a hook, we'll go to Uver to the cursed peasant.

Predictably bounces back.
-- Ha-ha, how funny, right? Surrounded by perverts, tch. Let's go already...

-- At first, everything was great, and then we almost died of embarrassment, -- said Henry. -- A delicacy? Seriously? The trolls made fun of us! Thank our professionalism and our singer. Kid, get the bottle.

I remember I had a troll friend...

- So much has happened lately... - Lin spoke with difficulty, either due to the symptoms of her illness or simply due to hypochondria. - Yesterday, shortly before going to bed, I sang a song to a cursed slime... It grew hair all over its body, and I had to sing something to dispel the curse... Before that, I picked up an order from the blacksmith in Radwood, and I spent all the time before that at the sculptor's house. Pierre Sculptman, maybe you've heard of him?... I was his model. Earlier that day, my companions and I were busy apprehending escapees from the local prison. Earlier in the day, I was in town, either at the bookstore or the blacksmith's.

- I'm sure these are too precious memories for you to share with just anyone. I wouldn't. What are you doing alone near the mine, by the way?

- I'm heading to the hot springs. Would you like to come with me?

-- You haven't forgotten our agreement, have you, about breaking the spell on the man in Uver? As for the Springs, well, we're just accompanying a singer there, and besides, we don't have the right clothes. Maybe another time, -- said the guy, who, in general, didn't understand why you would go somewhere and swim when you could just wash up at home.

- E-this was custom-made for me by one of the Radwood blacksmiths. What was his name? Hmm... He was middle-aged, with a well-groomed beard. Oh, I remembered something else, yesterday or the day before, I'm already confused, I gave a few gold coins to a beggar near the tavern... Maybe this is a curse for me, for giving so little...