Posts from 🔥 Иказкан -> Тезот Auto-translation in progress

- Nah, I don't mind raising an axe for peace, but I have no desire to just mindlessly clash weapons. Well, I'll be going then, see you later. 
Reagg heads off to the hot springs, but peace eludes Osh. In place of the second guest, a third arrives. 

– No, I'm not talking about physical age! – Sord said, waving his hand emphatically. – I'm talking about mental age! Your daughter... her thoughts are somewhere up there... in those incomprehensible clouds of hers! But Ikazkan is here, Rizz! Do you understand what I mean?

- Greetings, elf. What is your name, and what brings you here?

- From there, yeah.
- The ladies are hot, and they make you feel warmer too, you know? Beautiful, in short.

- Ahahaha... I think I get it... And what are you going to do with them? What is this "competition" about? Are you going to compare their... aesthetics? Or what?

- Yes, but not I, but we.

- Matara. I came to test your resolve.

- Uh... Who are "you"?

Unlike his master, Osha was not very interested in Matara's alluring forms, so he spoke in the same firm, calm voice of a progressive fanatic.

- Are you challenging me to a duel?

Matara

- Me, you, everyone who might be interested.

– Imagine this situation... – Rurek gestured around the hall, – you, me, Svarca, and let's say, Vatagash, are sitting here and playing... an expedition game all day long. We come up with some heroes and get into fictional troubles. And meanwhile, the cheesemakers are destroying Ikazkan. The world is falling into the abyss, and we don't care. We have an expedition! That's roughly how your daughter lives. Detached from reality. As long as she is protected, it makes sense, but think about this: if something suddenly happens, how will she survive on her own in our rather difficult Dungeon?

a dense medicinal ball that increases the chosen stat of whoever drinks it by 1.