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I sat at the end of a dark, gloomy tunnel, closing my eyes and meditating. If there was an opportunity, I would have slept at all, but alas, the situation did not allow it. From minute to minute they were to give the signal for action.

So, I again won a lucky ticket, becoming the one who was chosen as a messenger. A fine task for a suicide bomber like I've been all these years. Can you take a breather now? I almost burst into hysterical laughter, but I restrained myself. It's scary how I don't want to die, and I also didn't want to leave my friends in this fortress. It was as if I was not undertaking a dangerous task, but fleeing the battlefield, and the fact that I was forced to flee through a forest infested with bugs was even more annoying. I'd rather stay in the fortress, meet the enemy with Dath'Remar, I'm sure I'd show my worth on the walls.

Why, then, did I agree to such a dubious event? Indeed, volunteers were called in, and I could present the injury as an excuse for not want
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