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Erephir was very happy about the opportunity to participate in the tournament. She introduced herself as "Red Fury," placed her bets (I'll explain later, not from my phone), and went to the periphery. "I need to prepare for such an important event as the tournament! For special battles, I need a special sword! I'll create a new, powerful sword that will help me win!" She asks in the periphery for potions that can temporarily enhance her smithing skill, directly or indirectly.
I'm finishing them off. Otherwise, they'll go tell their mothers that they got beaten, and they'll sic the guards on me.
I won't count them. Even in his armor, Shushuk was more agile than his opponents, and therefore he easily finished them off. Now he stood in the blood-soaked grove, surrounded by fresh corpses.
It feels like Ansgard's Temple is Nebka's personal home. He comes there to sleep, eat, kill people, and stores their corpses there, and no one even bothers to check what's going on. There's blood, guts, and crap everywhere, and now there's also a minotaur's head.
I won't bother counting. Even in his armor, Shushuk was more agile than his opponents, and he easily finished them off. Now he stood in the blood-soaked grove, surrounded by fresh corpses.
Having dealt with the false followers of Ansgar, Shushuk wiped his sword on one of their clothes and searched the bodies, then sat down under a tree. No, he wasn't tired of crushing these rats; he just needed to think about what had happened. Only now did he begin to wonder if he had made the wrong decision by going east instead of north. After all, Ansgar's warriors were heading north. Although he didn't know for sure what had happened to the others, perhaps they were buried under rocks, or perhaps they were wandering through the caves, he felt guilty for not going to look for them. Or maybe it was meant to be? Maybe Ansgar had destined Shushuk for death in a larger, more glorious battle? These thoughts comforted Shushuk, but the feeling of guilt remained. - Where is Rio? - suddenly remembering Rio, Shushuk looked around, but it seemed that there was no one else here besides him. - And where did he go? Never mind, I guess I haven't finished one thing yet.
Shushuk goes to the Knight's Honor.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
The third guard walks past the cell, sees what happened, and is about to start yelling.
So, he didn't open the door? He just walked by and looked through the window. And there shouldn't be any shards visible, they're on the floor... Rhum Kon tries to freeze guard 3.