1.4

Urban drunk Patrick O'Grady is the weirdest NPC I've ever met, and Tristad, I suspect, is the weirdest sandbox. I remembered that it was this skinny, wrinkled and wrinkled face, non-player character of indeterminate age that rewarded me with a curse that was the first step toward "threat" status. Had the late Clayton, who ruled Dargo, had not taken pity on me then, it would have ended there, but this story began with a drunkard.

I was reminded of Behemoth's words that Jane was never Patrick's fiancée, he just messed up, forgot how to share reality with nonsense. And now the mention of The Third World War... Contrary to ominous predictions, it was the shortest in the history of mankind, with almost no nuclear weapons used. And mechs, that is, combat vehicles that move with the help of legs and are piloted by a person inside, were actively used in it.

However, I did not want to guess and find out the reasons right now. Spontaneous traders, judging by the extinguishing lights on the edge
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