e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
Filtering out the most disgusting of the calcitic curses he knew, he cheerfully walks to the other side and leans against the counter, staring intently at Zenkus:
- Hoo! Who do I see here? Not the face I expected to see. What brings you here? - if his gaze could kill, his colleague's head would now be trampled under his boot, like an overripe watermelon.
loot and kill, yeah...
- I have no doubt, but I prefer it here, besides, I'm in a hurry and don't want to waste extra time, - Ferrus found the offer strange. - And do you earn a living by providing transportation or something else? Not everyone can afford a car.
can I reuse the ability? if yes, I'll use it. if not, let him just answer... then I'll leave.
Erica does everything necessary to be among the participants...
To register, one had to talk about their combat abilities and pass a small test, which Erika successfully completes and gets on the list.
He grabs a heavy, tall bar stool and slams it on the villain's head. If he doesn't reach, he'll throw it straight at the ugly face.
- Yes, yes, I was already thinking you were dead! Or working, and here you are – decided to take a vacation! - without releasing his embrace. - Are you here to fight? Don't lose too early, I want to give you a taste of our famous hospitality, a bit of Calcite discipline, so to speak, heh-heh-heh, you sly dog, - he ruffles the bad, fair-haired head with his knuckles, then lets go and nods to the waitress. - Good girl, good girl. And what interesting things did she tell you about our customs?