Posts from Nowaru

Jarius is about to start roasting.

— Very well, in that case, I will be glad to hear your story. — Raimar took the severed head of Hanelion in his hands and pondered. — Listen, I think I've seen him somewhere.

And isn't the guy afraid to be left alone? I could freeze him with my spear again, and then say that's what happened.
- Well, it all started at the Tournaments. I bet on one of the participants, and therefore watched the fight closely. Then this gentleman approached. We talked politely for a while about the Tournaments, and introduced ourselves. I told him that I had placed a bet and won. He recognized me as a mage (it's not difficult), and said that he was from the Academy of the Kingdom. I don't hide the fact that I wanted to get a job there, and therefore I didn't refuse the invitation, but on the contrary, I wanted to strengthen our friendship in every possible way, because I hoped that he would become my colleague. The offer to take a walk in deserted places seemed a bit strange, but I agreed. Mr. Raimar, do you know what the magic of "Subjugation" is?

The head of the guard listened very carefully to Rumke’s story. Or at least pretended to. “Subordination, whether it involves magic or not, is when one person follows the orders of another.” Raimar smiled wryly. “Do you understand what I mean?”

While he was being dragged, Nuaesh tried to memorize the route.

to return to the cell

Nuesha was dragged into a small room where he was placed in an uncomfortable chair and his hands and feet were bound. Then, he and Darius were left alone in the room.

I actually liked it there. No one bothers you, and the company is good, too.
Shunietz silently glares at this unpleasant man.

“Why are you glaring at me like that?” This time, the ilinarian punched the scorpion in the face. “I can tell you’re a teyosian even without an interrogation. And what’s the custom among you? The strong are right. So, now I’m your namkhani, and you’re my trasii. What’s your problem?”

- Hmm. Well, I don't know much about that; if you say a hundred will be enough, then I'll take a hundred. And won't you give me a discount for a bulk order? - Mira placed her hand on the pearls that adorned her neck and chest, in a gesture of complete sincerity. - You will be doing the Motherland a great service!

Nuesh barely managed to stop himself from saying, "Your insolent face." Instead, he said: - What do you want?

The man squinted, as if it helped him see his interlocutor better and understand the situation, but he refused Mirabella's offer, saying, "You see, we rarely take individual orders, and I'll get in trouble if I do it without an official request requiring a discount... But, perhaps, I could take the risk and process your order under special conditions if you do me a favor..." He continued, "You see, I wouldn't mind sending my settlers to colonize something myself."

Is that jerk going to bring Ansgard's warriors out of the Dungeon? They must be bored down there.

Don't rush a person.

Wait your turn! There's only one Rheven, but there are many of us!

I mean that wizard...