e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
- Uh, yeah, he's sitting there right now, drinking tea. Or was drinking. He ordered it recently.
Tirza decided not to waste her energy, as practice had long been the best training for her, and instead decided to first check her own archives, and then others. This was motivated both by simple curiosity and practicality – the group of messengers was clearly going to encounter someone mentioned in the archives, otherwise they wouldn't be here.
/Because, essentially, it's almost the same thing, only the Guardians recently made a big fool of themselves./
- Thank you.
"Too simple. That can't be right. Something's not right," the orc thought.
*Shushuk heads to the room he was shown. He quietly approaches it and listens. If he doesn't hear anything suspicious or any conversations, he knocks.*
-- Maybe I can help? I could scout the forest... I still hope to become a great monster hunter, so I'm familiar with the forest.
-- We could go together! But I can go alone too... I'm just not very good at hiding, but I can watch and run fast.
— Come in. — It was a calm, male voice.
Yeah, you're only interested in prestige!
Anyway, Guardians are Guardians, and Centurion is Centurion; they have nothing to do with the Dragon.
/ Well, let's go. /