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“The boy el'Moria, the boy el'Calypsa, and the fidget el'Fayenfas. Dead man, outcast and slob. How much time do we have, el'Moria?

- Enough to put all the emphasis. But first, with the greatest respect, Your Majesty, transports with my soldiers are waiting at the gates, many of them are wounded, others need rest, and they will again be ready for battle.

- Here! The most powerful ruler of the world looked at his junior heirs. “This is how a real commander should think, Your Highnesses!” Look at his face, swollen, cut, smeared with blood. He needs a doctor, but he takes care of his soldiers. Warriors follow people like him, as if they were their own fathers, and you? Rearrange the figures on the game board, study the characteristics of weapons, alloys, alchemical formulas, the psychology of your future soldiers, but you will never be able to win their trust until you yourself lead them on the battlefield and share your share of suffering in one lunette!

“Your Majesty, we believe that th
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