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Fresh?

Female or male?

What is the nature of the injuries?

carefully scans the area for anyone nearby

what's the terrain and where does the trail lead

- Excuse me, I'm new here, so I'm not very familiar with where everything is. There are so many books here that it would take a lifetime to read even a thousandth of them! My name is Milaha, by the way, and what's your name? And maybe I can help you find something else? If it's something I can find.

"Why is she even here?"
A useless, fidgety creature. For a moment, Ushumgal wanted to grab her by the throat and squeeze, just to make her stop chattering, but he restrained himself.
-- Do you know Akkad Babbara? The second-to-last king of Calcite.

Wrinkling his already worn face, the paramedic spins a Zippo lighter between his fingers, but doesn't light it, so as not to create a smell, although he wanted to. Without taking his hand off the "first" blade and remembering the grueling training complex in Shingen last year, and surely some others after that, he looks around 365 times more intensely than during the "Akira" and "Don't get a beating from the teacher" operations, as he follows the trail of blood.

"Not a playboy, but an introvert," the guy shared his personal diagnosis. "That's why I only feel comfortable communicating with people I've known for more than a year. And I don't need discounts, otherwise you're a bad psychopath." He chuckled at this silly joke and pulled a filled sheet with the last column out of his bag. "Actually, I came for a reason. Remember, I once promised to gather a list of hobbies from the residents of Asuguh? Well, even though a year has passed, and it's probably not relevant anymore, I keep my word. Maybe this will be a starting point for you in the future.

- I know! Akkad Babbar, son of Zababa, killed Lahar; he was a handsome man, but he did a lot of bad things.

- Actually, I had already forgotten about it. - Takes the sheet and examines it. - So, does that mean I'm some kind of dwarf? Tsk tsk. Good thing I'm not a man, otherwise I would have had to kill the king and usurp power in Asuguh. And why isn't your information here? After all, information about the author is sometimes the most important thing.

Having reached the church, Ferrus looks for a church servant to talk to.

—So, I'll have to become the usurper instead of you. —he said with a sad smile, writing his 172 along with his name on a new line. —..Asuguh, M, Erudite, -, -, -, reading books and participating in debates. There, now it's ready.

- Cool.
Taking the paper from the guy, Cherry sticks it in a prominent place and adds a sign next to it that says "20% discount on the next purchase for those who provide their information."
- Done.

Since for some reason, the current head of Ferrus didn't want to talk, his interlocutor becomes a servant who happened to be nearby.
- Yes, how can I help you?

Women… Half of their mental capacity is spent on measuring height, eye placement, and jaw width, and if some man meets their criteria, then it doesn't matter at all what he did or didn't do.
"Well, at least you know something," softened the sarcastic inner voice.
"But I still should have strangled you, but maybe not in that sense..." added the second one.
— Yes, perhaps this is Felician propaganda. History is written by the victors. But I would still read about him.

- So there will be a discount, huh? — reaches for the green diary. —Yes, it's a pity I didn't have such a thing last year.

After thinking for a moment, he adds, looking at the sheet: —..Only maybe remove the columns with personal information, just in case... You were only interested in hobbies, right?

was anyone there?

- Well, now I'm interested in everything else, why should good things go to waste? And why green, not blue or burgundy?

Well, from this post.

—I just love the color green. But seriously, I want to gather everything worth mentioning in one document. It's more convenient, and nothing will get lost.