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Things seem to be getting better.

The dining room greeted the friends with a quiet hum, but a quick glance was enough to breathe a sigh of relief. There were only non-pisces in the clients. The players haven't gotten here yet.

“We’ll try to find out here,” Tark warned Sionel quietly.

"Cool," he remarked enthusiastically. - We're the first here.

Tark nodded and walked to the far end of the room. Didn't sit down at the table.

“I would like to talk to the owner,” he politely bowed his head and asked the middle-aged woman.

The woman was steadily stirring the stew in a huge vat hanging in the hearth over the fire.

She looked at him in surprise and waved towards the door under the stairs to the second floor.

- Sir, go through that door, you will find Puchkens there.

- Well, and a little, - Sionel chuckled as they walked in the indicated direction.

- A normal name for a non-script, - Tark was not seduced, forcing Sionel to wince for a moment.

Alas, in their company, Mark and Rinat were the m
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