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“Here, now it’s like new.” Goodbye.

As he made his way across the hall to his table, Tobius was acutely aware of the attention of others.

- Hold on.

- Well, you and frukht, the wisest! - Smiling broadly, almost dancing on the spot, Tom Belza began to pull on his things. “They say the truth about you Riva wizards—you are like those orcs!”

- Firstly, either "Rivne" or "Rives". The word "Rivne" denotes our origin from the kingdom of Riven as representatives of the craft, but as a people we are Rivs, not Rivs. Secondly, if I wanted everyone to know that I was a magician, I would have yelled at the top of my lungs about it myself. And thirdly, why orcs?!

- Well, sorry, sorry! Belza was fully dressed and sat back at the table. “I keep forgetting. Are you mad at me?

“I don't take offense at anyone, Tom. Resentment is the lot of children who have small, insignificant worries. Now I just think that I drew attention to myself for no particular reason. I don't need it at all.

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