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- Of course, the doors of the Temple of Elysee are open to everyone.

В тихой однообразной жизни всегда так бывает: каждый отдельный день бесконечно долог, но месяцы и годы мчатся с непостижимой быстротой.
I wanted to offer you some flowers, but a crown would suit a princess like you much better
Смысл жизни в том, что жизнь на тебе не заканчивается
— Thank you, — David approached the priestess, — We received requests for help from your area. Regarding the disappearance of people. I don't know who sent the signal, but I think you personally know every resident of this village. I would like to know who disappeared and when. And most importantly, where the bodies of these unfortunate people were found. I am sure that your information will allow me to stop the disappearances.
As for good ideas... it's probably best to cut down the small, underdeveloped whelps first, and then proceed to him.
- Ships... harbors... swords... - she muttered, then shouted at the top of her voice. - Silver Moon!
Mariette attacked the nearest Wyvern dragon.
okay, let's get to it
Except the ones we've made
Theohar expected a lot from the mad king, but not this. The mage hesitated for only a fraction of a second before attacking his opponents from behind, which they didn't expect. He incinerated them with powerful spells and tried to attack the king as much as possible, preventing him from dealing with his opponent.
"-How disgusting it all turned out..." - Theohar thought.
— There's nothing to worry about here. These people didn't disappear without a trace; they embraced the Elysian embrace.
At that moment, he realized that he was indeed standing with his mouth open, staring at the priestess. He wasn't sure how long this had been going on.
— Uh... — the Koranian broke the silence, — I'm David, by the way. :o So, she's among us?

В тихой однообразной жизни всегда так бывает: каждый отдельный день бесконечно долог, но месяцы и годы мчатся с непостижимой быстротой.
I wanted to offer you some flowers, but a crown would suit a princess like you much better
Смысл жизни в том, что жизнь на тебе не заканчивается
--Uh-huh. Sirkhan? -- he said to his companion.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
--Another visit to the tavern--and I'll be begging for alms in the harbor,--said Sirkhan with discontent in his voice.--Here, take your money.