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-Please, have a seat. -It seems the leader didn't care at all about your manners. -I wanted to discuss something with you.
Ничего нет только у мёртвого - у живого есть хотя бы жизнь...
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
-Please, have a seat. -It seems the leader didn't care at all about your manners. -I wanted to discuss something with you.
Tanya, Howmi, here you see Verdan and Alexander emerging from the forest, dragging themselves along, leaning on each other's shoulders. They looked terrible: covered in cobwebs and some black filth, their clothes torn as if a scorpius had attacked them (although why "as if"?:D). Tanya, Verdan looked at you, gave a blank smile, uttered his signature "gy..." and collapsed from exhaustion together with the healer onto the ground.
Machete.
- I am Silia, a gardener, and this is my husband, Terrion. He used to be a master archer in Gilraen's army, now he's a hunter. Our elder is the wise druid Rillan, and you are in the village of Clover. - A small elf ran into the hut and, barely noticing you, opened his mouth in amazement.
- Wow... - he said, looking at your sword in its scabbard. Silia smiled.
- And this is our son, Analar. He dreams of becoming an adventurer.



Smok.
- Well, then I'll be completely honest. - the leader stood up. - I tried to kill you and those two. Don't worry, don't rush to grow fur. That's how I was testing you.




Tanya, you entered the druid's hut. He was sitting next to a lying elf and was silent...



