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Agility of 30 and dodge of 64 came in very handy, allowing Nikte to dodge this display of gratitude. - Well, that's great. I hope you learned a valuable lesson from this and won't spoil public property anymore. If I remember correctly, the bathhouse is over there, and the river is there.
- Ah yes, I'm in trouble... My name is Sean Backrook. Come by in the evening, I'll give you something as a token of gratitude. My house is the first one on the left from the Radovud gate. I'll add the experience later.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Okay, we'll definitely stop by! Nikta, along with the companions who wanted to join (I wonder if Arael will join? Let the Hero and Revenant players decide for themselves), returns to base.
- Okay, we'll definitely stop by! Nikta, along with the companions who wanted to join (I don't know, maybe Arael will join? Let the Hero and Revenant decide for themselves), returns to base.
And who went with you? Lin, Arael, and Joe.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
“It seems like we just took a leisurely stroll, but I feel like I gained more experience than from a battle with a demon lair,” Joe remarked. “What else do we have left on our agenda? We still need to take our one-eyed friend back to his relatives, right?”
- You're right, it all looks strange, - he adds to his thoughts. - But we don't really have any other options right now.
— And that's true. Although there's really nothing to do here right now. We could keep an eye on the entrance, but just staring at the door is pointless; we'd just end up annoying the guard.
Even in the shade of this grim-looking building, one doesn't feel like playing music. It's incomprehensible. A very strange and unsettling feeling, as if you've been lying in ambush long before the enemy appears, trying to stay quiet, knowing that the enemy won't come. On combat missions, everything is simpler; the danger is imminent, but so is the determination. Complete concentration, you know exactly that enemies are ahead, an uncompromising battle, and of course, amazing music; every moment your actions bring you closer to the outcome. But here, you just wait, and wait, and wait some more... Conversation? But he's not a diplomat; he's a bastion of faith with incredible abilities, whose religious service is phenomenal and inevitable. What he wants right now is to be in another place, at another time of day, and in another form. And he knew that the longer he stayed in his mortal form, the stronger this desire would become. Suddenly realizing that he had been standing motionless like a statue, staring blankly at one point for some time, Radiél shuddered, shook his head, and, turning away from the locked door to Nishion, looked at Zeikin. The sight of the brave warrior seemed to put the lost thread of cognition back into his mind, and the elf's gaze cleared.
— Alright, what do you have, cards, backgammon? I've forgotten the rules, so I'll just refresh my memory. Let's go back, we'll play at the base; it'll be a more comfortable way to spend the time, maybe some of our people will join us.
skipping to the opening, it seems, unless something happens before that
- What about me? I have everything, except for checkers. But even those can be made from dirt if you want, they taught me that in the camp. So, here's how it's done: you draw a board on the ground, you make the checkers themselves, and for example - I have a piece of paper from a cigarette, I won't throw it away - you can tear it into small pieces and use it to mark the white pieces... - the voices of the comrades, exchanging life's wisdom, gradually faded away in the distance, leaving the street to lazily finish its morning hour.
It's a shame that Ment left. I had an idea for a scene where Henry compares Nikta to Daredevil, and she confuses Daredevil and Batman. When Henry explains who's who, she snaps and calls the creators of these characters, and Earthlings in general, crazy.
- So, guys, do we still have time? - the huntress turns her face towards the midday sun, accurately determining the middle of the day. - Let's go deal with the Cyclone. Loken and Fragment can probably come with us.