Posts from Dal Shabet Auto-translated

Adrian hesitated, then hesitated again, and being still a bit tipsy, he thought: "What does it matter? Who will see me?" and went inside.

It was very unexpected... Without her brush, Agnet sometimes felt like a disabled person. And yet, she had to be careful.
-- But where will you get it? Will you grow a new one? Can you do that?

- Oh, my dear. My heart yearns for the warmth that I so desperately lack in this foreign land. I came from the old world, leaving my family behind, and everything seems fine: I have money, I have a job I love, but I can't find love or even momentary peace here. These accents, customs, clothes. Even the perfume women wear here is different, not what I'm used to. So I wander from one extreme to another, unable to fully immerse myself in the embrace of any woman, - Amos sighed bitterly. - I'm always searching for something, I don't even know what, and I long to go home. I want something... warm, familiar. Do you understand? I miss it so much.

Taola hid in one of the alleys so that she wouldn't attract attention, but also so that she could easily help her master if needed.
Ratislav easily found the boy: he was currently bothering another passerby.

--Well, well,--muttered Adrian.--But I was so close! I need to finish this.
He returned to the new area and began to observe the tomb doors from a distance.

-Now, you ugly creature, we're going to have a little chat. For every wrong answer, I'll break one of your fingers, and when they run out, I'll start chopping them off. Now, the question is: where do you keep all the loot? Where is my sword and my money? Answer quickly! (I don't want to waste mana on reading minds).

The woman shook her head from side to side, - how sad you are! And where exactly did you come from? Perhaps I can find someone from your homeland for you...