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Smok.
- Are you sure about that?
- Absolutely! That bitch has been secretly releasing slaves for a while now. I personally witnessed her sneaking into one of the prisoners' rooms in this very inn at night and getting them past the guards.
- That's nonsense, why would she do that?
- I don't know, maybe she's working for the Dark Templars.
- First of all: anyone at the school will tell you that you and Lizia (obviously, that's the Fury's name) hate each other, so you're capable of making up any nonsense without thinking, and she feels the same way about you. Secondly: the Dark Templars are just a made-up story.
- But I'm telling you, they exist!
- Come on! "A clan of outcasts who don't recognize the laws of Malassa, free slaves, and live in the deepest caves..." Don't tell me you believe that crap.
- Alright, let's not talk about that now. If you don't believe me, instead of keeping watch at night, let me prove that she's a traitor.
- Okay, deal. What time should we meet?
- Half past eight in the back of the inn.
- Agreed. Bartender, what's our bill?
Sar, Knight.
- No, it's just a river. Hold on tight, we'll be there soon. - And the hydra carried you deeper into the tunnel and brought you to the shore, where the huts of the Dark Elves stood. - What were you doing in the river? And so far away? Martha could have swallowed you, thinking you were a fish.