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What? She's evil! She feeds on Serpent People!
А, вот почему.
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Nyashechka Kavai
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Redram bought a map of the region and returned to the hotel, where he bought himself a salad and sat down at a free table.
A city for vegans, lol.
A city for vegans, lol.
Ment
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Let it eat, what's the big deal? Just don't bother it or provoke it. No normal animal will attack for no reason, unless it's really starving.
- I heard about an escaped mage-criminal who is near the city and poses a danger to the residents. Have you happened to hear anything about this?
Ple-Sen
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- Thank you very much, - Reynhold said, barely containing a happy smile. He quickly walked towards the kitchen and then got to work.
"Here it is - the holy of holies! Finally!" - Trast thought, happily looking around the kitchen.
Cooking greatly improved the captain of the guard's mood; he was once again engaged in his favorite activity. No assassins hitting you on the head, just Reynhold and what would soon become food.
After some time, Reynhold, with a wide smile, entered the main hall again, carrying a pot with a considerable amount of stewed potatoes with onions and dill (beware, it's hearty and spicy!).
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That's nonsense, it only applies to mammals. But it's a stupid, cold-blooded hydra, even dumber than a crocodile; it doesn't care who or what it chews on. If it wants to, it'll go and munch on something in the city; it doesn't have much brainpower.
А, вот почему.
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Arandor
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"Here it is – the holy of holies! Finally!" - Trust thought, happily looking around the kitchen.
Be strong. Believe
Arandor
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- Reynold, can I have a portion? - the elf shouted without interrupting the conversation.
Be strong. Believe
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With these words, he headed to the inn and, while the dwarf placed his order, sat down at the table next to Kerlian to listen to his conversation with some new acquaintance.
- I heard about an escaped mage-criminal who is near the city and poses a danger to the residents. Have you happened to hear anything about this?
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Nokou indifferently gazed at the pot of starch...
Revan, I already said hello :)
Revan, I already said hello :)
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Ple-Sen
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- Sure, Kerlian, there's enough here for everyone, - said the battle mage, approaching the table.
- Two plates and sets of cutlery for this table, please! - he added a moment later, already sitting at the table.
When the plates were brought and Reynold arranged the potatoes on them, he finally extended his hand to the hunter:
- Reynold Trust, traveling with this elf, serpent man, and dwarf.
"It seems I have nothing to fear outside the walls of my hometown. As long as no one recognizes me. And therefore, there is no reason to hide my name."
Arandor
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- Yes, with me, - the elf replied in a disgruntled tone.
- Is it because of him? I suspected as much. Do you know anything about him? What kind of magic does he wield, is he alone, and where was he last seen?
- Thank you, Reynold, - Kerlian thanked his companion, and then turned to the hunter again. - Would you like to have dinner with us?
- Is it because of him? I suspected as much. Do you know anything about him? What kind of magic does he wield, is he alone, and where was he last seen?
- Thank you, Reynold, - Kerlian thanked his companion, and then turned to the hunter again. - Would you like to have dinner with us?
Be strong. Believe
HoM[M]ie
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*-10 coins for food and lodging.*
Heimir saw that his acquaintances were gathered around Kerlian's table, along with a long-haired stranger in a cloak. He also smelled the enticing aroma coming from Reynold's pot. The dwarf took his modest dinner and approached the table:
- Hello, - he said to the stranger, - may I join the conversation? My name is Heimir, and as you can see, I'm a dwarf.
The dwarf smiled, nervously glancing at Trast's pot. Apparently, the conversation was about some hostile mage.
Heimir saw that his acquaintances were gathered around Kerlian's table, along with a long-haired stranger in a cloak. He also smelled the enticing aroma coming from Reynold's pot. The dwarf took his modest dinner and approached the table:
- Hello, - he said to the stranger, - may I join the conversation? My name is Heimir, and as you can see, I'm a dwarf.
The dwarf smiled, nervously glancing at Trast's pot. Apparently, the conversation was about some hostile mage.
aka Sir Holmes aka David Jones.
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Anpeytu ventured outside the city walls, caught a couple of small animals, and had a satisfying meal. Afterward, she calmly returned to the city and began exploring it.
А, вот почему.
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Ple-Sen
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Noticing the dwarf's gaze, Reynold said somewhat puzzled:
- You can take it, what are you waiting for?
"Hmm, I thought I was saying that there's enough for everyone. Apparently, my memory is failing me. Besides, I don't remember anything about the mages that these two are talking about. So, the possibility of having a bad memory... is quite likely."
- You can take it, what are you waiting for?
"Hmm, I thought I was saying that there's enough for everyone. Apparently, my memory is failing me. Besides, I don't remember anything about the mages that these two are talking about. So, the possibility of having a bad memory... is quite likely."