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- It's pointless, - Sligr mumbled, lying on his cot, - didn't the last time teach us anything about a wet mage? Sligr learned, he even taught Peiramatus! Sligr and the wet mage are doomed.
The goblin sounded surprisingly quiet and calm. He had lost all desire to go free. Why bother, if you'll soon be dragged back into the dungeon anyway? It's just a waste of energy.
– Well, since you're still alive, that's good; goblins usually die overnight. Anyway, we should see some changes today, although it's hard to predict what kind.
Besides the eerie dryness, nothing else was noticeable. Although... No, listening to himself, Feanor noticed some faint mana fluctuations: it would disappear and then reappear from nowhere for a short time.
Sliirr, lying on his bed, indulged in daydreams. He imagined how things would have turned out if he had been born a crab. Alas, even in such fantasies, his life didn't unfold too happily – every time, he ended his journey in the stomach of some goblin.
At one point, Sligru thought that Feanor began to glow with a very beautiful greenish flame. Or maybe purple... In any case, it lasted only a second, and then it was gone. Feanor's sensations didn't change, and he didn't know what was happening to Sligru.