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The only interesting thing here was the passage "to the left" in A3. - ... - says the Gigasaur. - Sha shashasha shashashashasha. - replies the creature to the Gigasaur. - ... - Sha sha shashasha.

You're doing it wrong, old man. The character should die from a sudden heart attack. Or in the bathtub.

No and no. You need to describe how the character wants to survive and defeat everyone, and then aggro a random bum with a rusty spoon in the weapon slot – death is guaranteed!

But seriously, let him try jumping off the throne or jumping into lava.

—I wonder if there are any experts on monster languages here? —the speaker asks. —Are you trying to get him to stab me in the back? —he asks Sordu. —Very well. By the way, if you suddenly remember any deadly traps ahead, stop me.

After giving this instruction, they proceed to A3

—question to the host

Who knows...

In A3, they see an unfamiliar person and a small hut built into a cave. For now, he hasn't noticed them.

Again, a scan for further passages and other things.

Further on, you only need to go "to the left." Besides the hut and the guy, there was nothing remarkable here.

—Looks like a real Hero... Stay here for now, just in case you need to come and help.

—Good day to you! —he calls out to the guy.

- ... - This time, this familiar answer came not from a Gigasaur, but from a Chuvach. - You could easily get scared like that. And how do you know it's daytime now, and not night, or evening, or maybe even morning?

—I don't know if it's true. It's always night down here in the underground, but I don't really want to think about it, so let it be day and "good." Sorry for bothering you out of the blue.

—I don’t know if that’s true. It’s always night in the subway, but I don’t really want to think about it, so let it be day and “good.” Sorry for bothering you out of the blue.

- Want a tattoo?

"Tatuha? I've heard the word, but... what is it?" the outsider showed his lack of intelligence.

Ah, women, women... they'll never understand men. "Oh, after such a heated tournament, I urgently needed advice from an expert!" Rurek explained cryptically. "You rarely encounter your worst enemy in a new guise, you know. But it was your grace, Izania, that helped me reach the final. How else could it be!" In reality, it was Osh who helped him reach the final, but Rurek tactfully kept that to himself.

- Damn psychics... - Ucon said through pale lips. - Don't regret your decision – I'm not the only one here. Although, when have you ever cared about anyone but yourselves?

- "Protector."
Throwing an equally repulsive glance at his sword – for his cowardice, which wasn't the first time, and his leniency towards the offenders of his servant, no matter how insignificant the offense might be in their eyes – he walks away in an unknown direction, not deigning to spit on the "throne," nor mutter a curse through his teeth, nor even glance at it – as if to express his frustration in the way one should in such moments.


- Hmm... That was very unprofessional, - said Chernika, lying on one of the Tower's rocks, out of sight, with her hands behind her head and staring at the ceiling. - And I'm not just talking about now, but in general. He pretends to be all tough, but lately he's been getting really bad – and I can see it clearly, more than anyone else.
Turning on her side and putting her hand under her head, she expresses a disapproving facial emotion to the "demon" and her "master."
- If you wanted to get a reaction out of him, you should have approached it more subtly. That last thing – you know what I'm talking about – was completely unnecessary. It's like breaking a camel's back with a straw. He's not the type to cause trouble in the outside world out of revenge or spite – in his normal state – but now... I can't say. I've never seen him like this before. What would it have cost you to make one small gesture and resolve the issue – would it have taken much effort? You're supposed to be a warrior, aren't you? Why did you get so stubborn over nothing? Where's your solidarity? - Chernika sighed and shook her head. - Sometimes I think I understand you guys, and then it turns out I don't understand at all. If you're a guy, that is. And you are a guy, by the way? You can't tell just by looking.

She jumps down to the surface of the location, looks at Ona for a while, tilting her head, then takes out a cross, points it at her, and mutters some prayers from those infamous books.
- Do you feel uncomfortable? Or something? - she sighs again and puts the cross away. - Listen, if you are who you say you are – although I must say, his theory appeals to me, it's interesting and explains a lot – then here's my advice: try to finish what you started, as quickly as possible, if you can. Who knows how the situation will turn out in the very near future, given the state you and your bodyguard left things in.

—Tattoo? I know the word, but... what is it? —the outsider showed his lack of intelligence.

The stranger opens his cloak and shows Dorian his pod, a skin covered with neat patterns.

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Ah, women, women... they will never understand men.

—Oh, after such a hot tournament, I needed urgent advice from an expert! —Rurek explained incomprehensibly. —It's rare to meet your worst enemy in a new guise, you know. But it was your grace, Izania, that helped me reach the final. How else!

In fact, it was Osh who helped him reach the final, but Rurek tactfully kept this to himself.

- Well, okay, let it be. Even if it's not first place, second place is also quite worthy. Congratulations, Rurek.

—Oh, now I remember! And what options are available (if any)? And what is the price?