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From the camera perspective.

- I don't know if we should rush. But now I think I know why they're so calm – they're drinking this strange potion, - replied Reynold, after which, he corked the bottle and put it in his pocket. "It might still be useful. By the way, maybe they have a building plan here? Or something else useful?" - with this thought, Trast began to search the room for anything else that might be useful.

Yeah, the evacuation route is posted on the wall.

After Reynold was convinced that there was nothing else of use, he suddenly began to hear someone approaching one of the doors (Lucius, Heimyr, Siegfried).

- Faster, let's hide, - Reynold whispered to his companions and hurried to hide behind the table with tools. At first, Trust wanted to take a position near the wall, but, remembering the last time, he changed his mind. He also quickly put on his usual stone skin.

I told you everything; there isn't much information there. By the way, thanks to my mom, I know Elvish ^_^
I'm just talking about the tavern brawl; I have nothing against fighting lolies in spider lairs.

- As I said, he's in the fortress. Ask one of the guards there, and they'll take you to him.

- Thank you, - replied Lindeskar, trying to make his voice sound confident.

Two elves entered the city. The dark, stone fortress, towering above the other buildings, was hard to miss even in the darkness – that's where the elves headed.

- Come on, Heimyr, open it! - Why me? - I'm too elegant for this job, and Nicks is carrying the crystal. - Fine. The dwarf opened the door.

Okay, fine, let it be. No need to drag it out!

Faëlvir and Lindeskar approached the guard at the fortress and asked him to take them to Brian Sirett.

The walk turned out to be short – Brian Syrett was in a small hall on the first floor and had just let some boy go. Before the elves could say a word, questions started pouring in:
- What are your names? What can you do? Do you need any equipment?

By the way, thanks to my mom, I know Elvish. ^_^

I didn't even think about that. We all speak the same language, right, Revan? X) Well, at least all the peoples know some kind of common language, like Westron. And yes, Faëlvir also knows Elvish, since he lived with his mom.

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- Faëlvir, healer. I apologize, but we would like to ask...

Hostor, hearing another sound of footsteps, remained by the cabinet.
What's the point of hiding if they'll find you anyway? But throwing all sorts of nasty things at them is a good way to eliminate the threat.
Taking the first can he could find, Redram prepared to throw it at the "guests," but when he saw a dwarf, a nix, and an aristocrat at the door, he smirked.
- Look, Reynold, they've come to save us!

Looks like we all speak the same language, right, Revan?

Not at all. As for where you learned that Imperial dialect, that's not my concern.

- Faelvir, healer. I apologize, but we would like to inquire...

- A healer? Excellent, we could certainly use one. Many have perished simply because they weren't examined in time, - Brian shook his head, - I apologize, what would you like to know?

Hearing the wizard's words, Reynold was surprised and raised his head even higher to get a better look at those who had entered.
- You arrived just in time to help! - he said, slightly sarcastically, greeting the other prisoners.
- By the way, where are the others?

WE ARE FINE, NO NEED TO RESCUE US