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Following with his eyes the incomprehensible movements between the former Citadel rivals, he returns to the conversation:
- Come on, "John." My life has turned out in such a way that I have many names and nicknames; sometimes, I feel that if I look in the mirror, I might forget my original one. But I chose this for myself, according to my heart. ...That "eager" pawnbroker always undervalues things excessively. Otherwise, how would he stay in business? - John Zibab ibn Abbas, who knows the situation in Ruzianel firsthand, rubs his forehead. He gathers his thoughts, trying to rephrase his words in a convincing way, but it's not easy with an intelligence of one and without specialized education, so he decides to say it as it is. - Maybe you think I bet on that guy to make a profit. To throw coins around and catch admiring glances from women, to sip cactus smoothies on the way to the casino. I wish it were that simple - to live with my mistakes and successes, to work in the mine, to relax in a bar, that would be a wonderful story. These pups hanging around me - I know them. And I have to drag them by the scruff of their necks across the desert and return them safe and sound. The sands are harsh and require special treatment, but the local merchant is greedy to the point of madness. Besides, I still don't know what happened to the girl. So, my answer is simple - to survive myself and not let them perish.
- Are you sure the item was actually stolen? Maybe it was just misplaced somewhere. - Iliman's hesitant tone didn't make his words sound very convincing. - I'm not saying that's not the case, I just wanted to clarify before jumping to any conclusions...
Erika's words weren't entirely true, but she decided not to tell Shram that she had tried to check him out...
- Then that pirate came over, I got distracted, and when I looked again, the item was gone... Even if he didn't take it, it must have been someone from his group while he was distracting me...
- That's not good. - Sheila glared at the pirate. - I don't think we should let this go unpunished.
- Hmm... Even if that's true, what can we do besides report it to the guard?
- We could ambush him somewhere and make him empty his pockets.
- What if he's not the thief?
- Then we'll apologize and look for someone else.
- I don't know...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
But... where is the guarantee that this isn't just a specific set of words, programmed by the aforementioned Sariosa? ... How will you prove that you are actually thinking and existing?
- And can YOU prove that you are thinking and existing?
And if the Haranian Empire continues to slaughter everything in its path... it will suffer the same fate.
Added 14 minutes later
- "Turn out your pockets"? We can try to arrange that. Say that he has cursed items and ask him to show what he has? Our guild is currently engaged in "researching and investigating" various curses... What do you think?
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно.
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).
- Oh-oh-oh... Even though you're young, you're full of energy and ambition, that's good! - If he could, Lucon would pat the guy on the shoulder, but alas. - It's the work with the pickaxe that helps you, be sure of it! And that's why you shouldn't abandon it. Friends may betray you, some events may disappoint you, but the pickaxe will never let you down. - He groans in pain but continues his thought. - I recently had a dream where the sun increased in size and blocked out the sky. The temperature didn't rise, so nothing really changed, but the sight was terrifying, as if it were a large eye watching everything on the surface of the world, so it was unpleasant to be under its gaze. But if that had happened in reality and I were younger, I would have simply gone underground and wouldn't have been afraid of this cosmic body above my head.
“The people of Asuguh aren’t particularly brave,” Kamistella remarked, stepping onto the soil of Ninamiat. “If a small detachment of the simplest undead frightened them so much, what will happen next? The Haranian Empire will bring tens of thousands, and among them there will be undead of a much higher level.”
At the same time, Kamistella assesses the situation in the city and the mood among the Mimoscraims.
Currently, Erika is trying to determine the source of the phrase "I don't know, I don't know" and who suggested contacting the guards...
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Currently, Erika is trying to determine the source of the phrase "I don't know, I don't know" and who suggested contacting the guard...
Added 13 minutes later
- Freedom. Unfortunately, it is not always achievable through roads and trains. I am not allowed to reveal the details, and I don't know many of them myself. But we will need to return to Asuguh, and that will be the only available method.