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- My scaly friend, we only have the most ordinary black tea here. I haven't seen any Dark Elves lately, nor have I encountered any poison specialists, as not everyone readily shares their skills with me.
--But that's exactly why I came here! I was told that you have the best jasmine tea! Oh, well. Nokou briefly left the tavern and returned with some pine needles he found nearby. --Then brew me some of that. And one more thing: where do you get your clean water if the well is in such a state?
- We'll deal with that later... By the way, can you tell me more about your companion?
- His name is Fisemar, a high elf. We met him in a shop... I don't remember the name, something related to a witch. But we didn't stay there long; it seems the locals don't really like elves. We had an argument with the shopkeeper and left soon after. She even shouted that we wouldn't be welcome back. I never understood why she suddenly hated us; we didn't do anything to her.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Then, brew that for me. And one more thing: where do you get clean water if the well is in such a state?
- Here. I probably won't even charge you for this. You know, the well was fine until today. By the way, don't listen to the nonsense the villagers tell you; I strongly advise against "going down into the well." It's quite deep, and before anyone can take a breath, they'll have to swim a considerable distance.
- His name is Fisemar, a high elf. We met him in a shop... I don't remember the name, something related to a witch. But we didn't stay there long; it seems the locals don't really like elves. We argued with the shopkeeper and left soon after. She even shouted that we wouldn't be back. I never understood why she suddenly hated us; we didn't do anything to her.
- Excellent. In that case, I will personally visit this "shopkeeper" of yours, and you can wait in the prison cell, okay? You're not going to interfere with the arrest, are you?
- Alright. Vincent, Daar, cover us. Redram handed Faelvir a flint to start a fire, while he began wrapping spider silk around branches, making torches. - We'll also need some thick shirts or jackets to direct the smoke into the lair.
- Excellent. In that case, I will personally visit your "merchant," and you can wait in the prison cell, alright? You won't interfere with the arrest, will you?
- No, I haven't done anything wrong.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
This part of the structure was built recently, like the rest, erected here with the arrival of the army, so everything was in excellent condition – sturdy, time-resistant steel grates extending outwards, solid floor slabs with nothing but earth beneath them. However, the door lock was old and rusty.
- I don't require a reward for the information I can provide, sir. However, I cannot tell you anything more than what I have told everyone before: there are undoubtedly valuable treasures in the labyrinth, but it is also full of traps, and no one has ever returned from there alive.
Lucius's eyes lit up - Well, that will be a good entertainment! With these words, Lucius headed to the Tavern. "I will need some assistants if the clerk is telling the truth," Lucius thought to himself.
White Wind took another sip and turned to the man he had been observing.
"Oh, esteemed sir! I see you have weapons that only respectable nobles can afford! The monks of my monastery said that the sword of war is the soul of war!"
Ты страшился тысячи вещей... Но все это были лишь маски, лишь видимости. На самом деле страшило тебя только одно решиться сделать шаг в неизвестное, маленький шаг через все существующие предосторожности. И кто хоть один раз оказывал великое доверие, полагался на судьбу, тот обретал свободу.
Мы не свободные, вольно танцующие автобусы. Мы – привязанные троллейбусы и трамваи
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