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After the mage listened to the message, he realized that his mind had grown (intelligence +1), which was the reason for the long telepathic channel with this...

After that, Saruman approached the Knight and said to him:

- "Listen, killer, since you are so agile, go and scout around and find out where the creature went, and so that you don't have to come back with a report, I will establish a telepathic channel between us. As soon as you find something, just call me...", after which the Knight replied...

"Listen, mage, this creature left a clear trail, is it really hard to notice? And it clearly leads to its lair, where there will be several more of them! Plus, someone is hiding behind that bush, for sure." Suddenly, something stirred in the bushes....

And from there emerged... a little imp... Harmless, scared, and soaking wet...
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And from there emerged... a little imp... Harmless, scared, and soaking wet...
What happens next?

- "Hey buddy, what are you doing here?:)" - Saruman clearly liked the imp... After that, he smiled warmly and beckoned the little one to come closer: "Come here, no one will hurt you...", and then the imp...

(with a wild roar, he transformed into an Archdevil:D — just kidding)
He approached Saruman, looked into his kind, kind eyes, and sighed... after which he blurted out a phrase in the Shio dialect: "I wanna to eat!!!" — which translated as "I want to eat!!!"... "And if you give me food, I'll tell you a big-big Secret!!!"...
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- “Here, take this, little one!” - the mage politely offered the imp a piece of meat…

What "tower elf" are you talking about?

Yes, there was one, I replied, and began to tell the story: We approached the tower where we were invited. Suddenly, a small stone falls to the floor... Everyone turns to the window. On the windowsill of the tower's narrow embrasure sits a Forest Elf with strange, sea-wave-colored eyes. (The first thought: How did he get up here? There's a sheer wall below, about 100 meters high... And the tower walls are polished to a shine...) Elf - Greetings, friends, may the grace of Silat be with you. We live in troubled times; the defenses of Sar-Elam against the demons have weakened. You probably remember the demons in Irrilot? And soon, they will be everywhere... if nothing is done... Our enemies, I believe, misled by the followers of Kha-Beleth, are now searching for the key to the gate. It can summon a new darkness... Then, the vigilant watch of our progenitor, Asha, will weaken, and the demons will be able to break through... In the vicinity of the four ancient cities, there are altars... by placing parts of the gate key in them, four different followers of the voice of the abyss can activate a spell that will cause Asha to briefly avert her gaze from our world... then, Chaos will break into our world... And preventing the coming of Kha-Beleth will be very difficult... But I believe that you are capable of this! After all, this world was created by Asha! It is alien to the offspring of Urgash, and I am sure that, as her creations, we can stop her restless brother. Now, our enemies are heading to search for the key in the vicinity of Al-Taren, the city of mages, which is located not far away. Fortunately, the city is surrounded by a desert, and I hope they will have a hard time finding the fragment... Talk to the Archmages. Let them begin the search for our enemies in the vicinity of the city... Inquisitor, I suggest that you, together with Sage, go to the head of the Order of Paladins. I think that with your determination and desire to fight evil, you can convince the Head of the Order to attack Krrah-Taak. Tell him that if this is not done now, the demons will soon break free. Of course, the Head will try to persuade the Emperor to attack the city of demons. But I think that speeches about the holy vengeance against the offspring of Urgash, and reminders of the events of 843... the year of the last flight of the falcon, will sober him up. Also, tell them that the dwarves will help in the final cleansing of Asha's world from the minions of Kha-Beleth... And here is your task, Ta Which and Home... You must go to the capital of the Dwarves, the Guardians of the Demon Prison... to Tor Myrdal, and persuade the dwarves to help in cleansing the vicinity of Krrah-Taak. In principle, this is their job... they themselves chose their destiny to guard the gates of the Prison and this world from the demons... Besides, Krrah-Taak is a rather weak city, as most of the demons were exterminated after the Wars of Isabel... Dwarves and Humans can easily deal with them... if, of course, you can persuade them. And I know you won't let me and our Creator, Asha, down! Your common task is not only to persuade the dwarves and mages to capture the city of demons, but also to destroy the altar, which is located somewhere in the vicinity of the city... unfortunately, I don't know where... But you must find it. To help you, I give you these creations of Silat... everyone looked at the table at the other end of the room, to which the strange elf pointed. On the table lay four small amulets in silver settings with a sapphire in the middle. These are the Falcons of Silat. Long-forgotten creatures. Now they are only used by the followers of Silat who fled to the east in ancient times... Put them around your neck and just think of them, and the Falcon will not be slow to appear... These creatures of air will help you on your journey. [The travelers gazed in fascination at the ornaments lying on the table... the elf's voice sounded like a background...] Suddenly, the whole company realizes that the Elf has been silent for a long time! A glance at the window, but there is no one there... And only the endless blue sky behind him. "That's the story," I finished, "and you know what happened next."

OFFGAME: The One Who... - level up!

(Saru) And the imp bit into the meat with its teeth...
5 minutes later, it detached from the meat and said, "Ya, you speak Human? O'K! Hear me!!! Ts-s-s-s... the Big Muncher is here... He has a big-big-big interesting magic thing! but he's a VERY BIG! this Muncher!!! And that magic thing is like you have! Couldn't you steal it? I could help you! For some meat!"
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(Saroo) And the imp bit into the meat with its teeth...
5 minutes later, it detached from the meat and said, "Ya, you spek Humaisee??? O'K! Hear me!!! Ts-s-s-s... the Big Muncher is here... He has a big-big-big interesting magic thing! but he's a VERY BIG! this Munche'!!! And that magic thing is like you have! Couldn't you steal it? I could help you! For some meat!"
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- "Hey, kid, couldn't you speak in a common language?" - the mage asked the imp, to which it replied:...

"O'K, O'K!!! But I spe'k Humaneese BAD!!! Wer' BA'! Let's tr'!
Listen! Shhh-shhh-shhh! Silence... A big brute is coming! He has a big, magical thing!!! But he is O-O-Very big! And this thing looks like this *points a finger at the shard on Adelaide's neck* Did you steal it? No, I didn't steal it – I'm helping! For meat!!!"
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[QUOTE=Tengro;51702]"O'K, O'K!!! But I spe'k Humaneese BAD!!! Wer' BA'! Let's tr'!
Listen! Shhh-shhh-shhh! Silence... A big brute is coming! He has a big magical thing!!! But he is O-O-Very big! And this thing looks like this*points a finger at a shard on Adelaide's neck*Did you steal it? If not, I'll help! For meat!!!"
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- "Alright, little trickster, but I'll walk beside you!" - the mage smirked, handing the "lad" another piece of meat...and secretly cast a tracking spell on the creature.

You suddenly begin to feel as if the tear is softening... and crumbling into purple dust... Unheard of! The dwarf cheated after all! What an irony of fate... But how could he deceive you if he was under your power? He must have been merely a pawn, believing just as piously that the true tear of Malassa was on the altar, because "someone" told him so. And this "someone" is clearly no fool. Of course, one last question remains: how did you feel the magical power then? The altar... Well of course, you immediately suspected something was wrong here! And all this for some fake... Had some kind of trap been enclosed in it, like the one you placed in your own—it would have at least been interesting, but here...
Far below, you hear a rumble as if something exploded. Apparently, those from whom you fled with the "real" fake fell into the altar's trap... Well... one less competitor...

:( :( :(
In total confusion, I sit on the cold stone floor... the disappointment is beyond description... After a few minutes, the dwarves stop staring at me constantly, gradually returning to their feasting.

"- And what was all this performance for?!" I wondered, upon seeing Ta Kotoraya, "- alright, pull yourself together, while I run to get the weapons."
I glanced at the dwarf who was bringing me the money; he froze with his mouth open, but catching my gaze, he came to his senses and gave me the reward.
"- Now, where is your storeroom?" I asked the dwarf.
And the dwarf led me down the stairs...

Homey, +10 gold. Choose the weapon yourself. (Just don't be greedy - it will react!) Leave the beer for the dwarves. You've already had plenty!!! :D :D
So, proceed!

I don't react to Homey's words - too tired... Although there's no time for a performance here! Fine, there is no need for him to know about this yet...
I need to recharge... I stand up, approach the table, and drain a glass in one gulp... of water ;) The water gave me strength - it's always like this with me! I feel quite decent...

OFFGAME: Ta Kotoraya... - level-up!

And even the headache is gone... (Mind +1)
I glance at my robe - and am horrified once again... I'll have to ask the dwarves for a new one for now - after all, they have everything in their storerooms!
-Honored one- I address the Elder of the dwarves - you see that my current appearance leaves much to be desired... Understanding everything in a heartbeat, he gestures for me to follow him.
On the way, I think about the main goal of our arrival here... Indeed, we must convince the dwarves to be our allies... Well, I think after today's events, my "gift of persuasion" won't even be needed here ;)
All that's left is to talk to the Elder - he certainly won't refuse me... But later - we are already in the storeroom...

So.. let's see.... After long deliberation and fittings, I choose a silver cloak with a hood and fine trim... Something about it attracts me... Inexplicable!
-Oh, an excellent choice!- The Elder's voice sounds behind my back. This cloak came to us quite by chance - an elf left it in our city a long time ago - it was very dear to her, because it allows one to slip away from pursuers... they simply do not notice you - it is like a mist in which you hide. She asked us to keep it safe, but soon we learned that she was torn apart by demons, who somehow wandered into her native forests.
-So you may quite well take it - it finds no use among us anyway. And it's a bit too large for us ;) Excellent - I think... this will be useful for me!
Meanwhile, the Elder handed me some item...
-And this is a gift personally from me!
In his hand is something resembling a brooch made of emeralds... Dwarven craftsmanship!!! Such beauty cannot be seen anywhere else!
- It possesses no special properties - but I think it will suit your eyes.
-Oh! I am very glad... nothing could be better than green!
I look around - and see wonderful forged arrowheads in the corner... My arrows will be better than ever with them! Well, shall I try my luck? He won't refuse... I'm sure!!!
And I was right... after a little persuasion - or rather, after a request and a pleading look (hey, I'm a good actress! ;) ), I get the arrowheads. Excellent!!!

Now perhaps it's worth talking to him about cooperation and help? I ponder - the moment is right.... We give to them - they give to us!
So...

OFFGAME — ARTES, JO, Wooky-Dooky! — LEVLAP

- Yes? I see you need something else. You didn't just come here for nothing, did you? - A mischievous glint sparkled in the dwarf's eyes. However, it was a kind, almost familiar glint...

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Ink- My name is Bain, recruit. What do you want? And why aren't you at your post?

The old alchemist examines your stone carefully through an eyepiece microscope.- Hmm... hmm... interesting, very interesting... And where did you get it, young man?

This stone is intended for a mage, but I cannot tell you his name. He asked someone to give it to me, and we traveled together to the outskirts of town. But what does all this matter?