World Of The Fallen Dragon

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Twisting the staff between his fingers, the old man set off down the spiral road at a leisurely walking pace. For a moment, Tobius had a burning desire to hit him in the back with something explosive. Wizardly vengefulness demanded blood for the insult, and his fingers were already twitching, almost starting to weave a battle spell, when the Gray Master pulled himself together. To kill an old man, even such a mighty one, to kill in the back is meanness. The magician's code of honor did not forbid such actions, the authors of the code were entirely misanthropes, but Thobius had his own conscience, and guilt too, but it did not tire of reminding of itself.

- Get it, man. And don't slow down!

Tobius caught his staff and continued to follow the old man with a sigh. So they went down thirteen tiers, where the impudent escort stopped near a rather unusual building by local standards - a round one. All other structures were either square or rectangular, a kind of ice boxes, or were cut into