Technically, yes, but I'm a bit behind schedule, sorry. I still need to find a couple more places...
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New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
Technically, yes, but I'm a bit behind schedule, sorry. I still need to find a couple more places...
That cop is also heading for the archives, so if everyone is willing, we can arrange a meeting between Fyr-Fyr and Alaria right away. Nebok, be quiet!
It's good that Beata isn't interested in Nebku...
Simply don't want to catch any STDs.
- I saw the remains of some celestial beings in the Welfern museum,” Ayano says, having somewhat processed the story. “If those tales about them are not exaggerated, then they were truly powerful and cruel creatures, bringing destruction. I don’t know why this phenomenon exists specifically with you – there is nothing like it in my land. I fully understand your concerns and feel sorrow at the realization of the ironic twist of fate that has cast me on the wrong side. I wish we had met under different circumstances, or that with sincerity and apology, I could dispel your suspicions, but now I see that this is almost impossible. And yet, I apologize for… existing,” she says, making a sad bow. “Look at it however you want – either as a false emotion or as an attempt to beg for something, but if it were in my power, I would never have put either of you, or myself, in such a situation. Let this be on the conscience of the unseen demiurges who write this play and pull the strings of the narrative, if such exist. I only hope that no one else will share such a fate.“I’m sorry for existing,” this phrase touched the souls of both men. The Lord couldn’t resist and gently embraced Ayano – in such a way as to show that he was there and that he was infinitely glad for her existence, regardless of the circumstances beyond their control; and Abbot Bruno did not react outwardly, but still felt an internal pang of conscience.
Returning to an upright position, with slumped shoulders and a dull gaze, she adds:
- I don’t want to cause you any trouble or inconvenience, so we will leave Mittens. I have been here for a short time, but… Perhaps this was the first time I felt something like idyllic peace, which I had long forgotten about,” she glances at the statue of Arselia. “I could promise that I will pray for your service to proceed without complications, but I am afraid you will consider this blasphemy. Therefore, I only hope that one day the Anuzish will cease to suffer from the consequences of the tragedy of the past.
- I think that even if we come up with some other type of air transport, not like a dirigible, but made entirely of metal, and it would fly on some other principle, not like a balloon or a bird, but like a bullet or with magic, and it would be super-reliable, something bad would still happen. Less often, of course, maybe once in several thousand trips, not once in several dozen, but still.
- Fly like a bullet? Beat, where do you get these ideas from...
- From here, - she pointed to her head.
- You're such a dreamer, - Gillon smiled.
- We're always happy to help, feel free to ask!
- And what's with the "Although"? - Gillon was curious. - Well, never mind, it's your business.
Alaria didn't comment on this scene. In her native world, there were already "bullet-like" iron contraptions, albeit ground-based. Something similar, but flying, she could easily imagine.
Create an automatic cat, and let Ivor choke with envy.
If there are topics, they can be separated. Not all of the Haven content has been released yet anyway.
Guyon isn't complaining...