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I approached Verdan. -Hooray! We did it! We won!!!

And Verdan replied to you: "Givi, what are you talking about! Just half a castle of demons... well, actually none... tomorrow morning we'll go finish them off. I'm going to bed."

And Verdan replied to him: "Givi, what are you talking about! Half the demon castle is left... well, actually, there are none... tomorrow morning we'll go finish them off. I'm going to sleep."

-Okay! Let's go to the camp! And if there are no demons, it means we've almost won!

Well, that's it, I've had my fun... The demons are still there... So it's time for me to join them...
I approach the main one (Homy)...
"Do you know Verdan?..." I ask the Vamp-not-vamp...
"I see you do..." I tear Verdan's amulet from my neck...
"Even if you don't, find him and give him this, say it's from the Barbarian..." — looking into his eyes, I realize he doesn't quite understand me...
"Fine, I'll give it myself..." I say dejectedly...
I draw my sword and put away my axe, and start moving towards the demon fortress...

The battle is over. Only now, when everything has calmed down, can we review and reassess its events: "The summoning roar of the war horn prevented me from talking to the elf on the bear. My suspicions were confirmed; it was a dwarven battle cry – a call to attack. While I was trying to figure out what was going on, a retreat signal sounded:confused:. The battle hadn't even started, and they were already retreating? That doesn't sound like the dwarves; they may not be known for their courage, but they certainly have persistence. Ah, here's the thing – an ambush. Clever, but the battle is just beginning. Well, it's started now; magic everywhere. Let's get into the fight, even though this war isn't mine, but I can't miss the opportunity to get even with the demons. The main thing is to stay away from the mages; you can expect anything from them. And why are we taking so long with the walls? Finally, oh, look at that formation. Yes, I have a feeling this will be a real feast for the necromancers. There's just one big battle going on. Everything has mixed up; no one can say where the front line is now; there simply isn't one. You can fight back-to-back with a demon and only realize it when you touch its burning skin. I stood next to a dwarf (he seems like a skilled fellow; he'll cover my back). Where are all these demons coming from? I can barely hack and slash to the right and left (they have to charge head-on with such incredible stupidity and fury). Aaaah, I can't defend myself. Damn, these hounds are faster. A blow... if it weren't for the chainmail, they would have torn my side open. Enough is enough. The rune on my blade begins to glow, and the blade immediately emits a beam of flame directly into the passage from which the demons continue to rush. If the beam were a little weaker, it would only tickle them, but as it is, it deals considerable damage. While these creatures are running, they are being thoroughly roasted, and the dwarves only need to finish them off. When the demons stopped rushing in a continuous stream, and I sheathed my sword, there were piles of charred, lifeless demons in front of me, and behind them was a gaping hole blasted by fire; it was impossible to tell where it ended; everything was hidden in darkness. There was a kind of lull around; I looked around. The pace of the battle had noticeably slowed down; there were few demons left, but the attackers were also very exhausted from the assault. Well, here's the signal to end the attack. There are ruins of destroyed walls, towers, and buildings all around. Well, if we don't count the throbbing pain from the demon's blow to my side (-10 HP), the battle was successful. I don't even feel tired; I'll try to find Novizar while I can. Maybe I'll get lucky, and he's still here.

Gvozdy, you head towards the camp where the dwarves, weary in body but not in spirit, are tending to their wounds. Everyone is gathered here except Novizard. You see Howmi talking to Tanya about something. When he finishes, she looks down for some reason...

Gvozd, you are heading toward the camp where dwarves, exhausted in body but not in spirit, are healing their wounds. Everyone has gathered here except Nowizard. You see Houmi talking to Tanya about something. When he finished, for some reason she cast her eyes down...

Good Lord, how much sadness and grief this day has brought; is their goal truly worth it? Where do I know this person from—ah yes, she was beside that elf on the hill; perhaps she knows something about him. "Excuse me, my name is Gvozd. This may be inappropriate, but I have a matter that brooks no delay. In light of recent events, I actually fear it may already be too late (though that is not what I wanted to ask). I am looking for an elf named Nowizard; I urgently need to speak with him. If you could tell me where to find him, I would be very grateful."

Well, I've been healed. I currently have 30 HP. There was a paladin nearby, and I asked him to heal me, which he did. Now I have 80 HP. I asked the Healer to call someone from our side to let us know how the battle is going and whether my help is needed right now.

Gvozдь, the sorceress, said nothing in response, merely turned away and went into her tent. Instead of her, a young man with a pale face (Houmi) began to speak.

Morning arrived. I approached Verdan and asked: "When do we set out?"

- I don't know, I wanted to ask Tanya (they had already met during the battle), but... it's better not to bother her right now...

-What's wrong with her?

- I don't know myself... Maybe it's just a loss. After all, it wasn't an easy battle.

Oh no... Now I have to find that elf myself...
I went deeper into the camp...
Well, at least there's someone to talk to here... I saw a resting bear... I approached and started a conversation...
"Hello, brother... How was the battle?... You must be tired... Have you seen an elf like this *I describe Verdan*?..."

- Oh, I saw him. He took down about twenty demons while riding on my back! He's just a young one, but he's got incredible strength! Who are you, anyway? You don't meet talking humans every day.