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— Tobius Mole, Master of Riven Academy.

“Oh, we are all masters here! Well, except for Lando! Khales, the most sociable of those present, laughed shortly. - Guilt? Elya? Slivovitz? Beer? It's a great beer, I swear! The best beer I've ever had, from the breweries of Trontholp Brewers himself! "Oak barrel"!

"No," Tobius snapped. — What exactly are you doing?

“Well… uh… now we’re eating…”

Why aren't you on the walls?

- What are we to do there? said Hales Troubadour.

- Don't know. be present? Inspire? Trying to convince the people that the mages of Riven are not a bunch of wry-armed cowards that tremble in their towers while lords, warriors and monks confront the bastards from the Savage Land...

There was an awkward pause.

“The thread of the conversation has gone somewhere in the wrong direction,” the Giant chuckled. “The young man is somewhat agitated…

“The young man is a master with a staff, the same as you, so be careful with notes of condescension in your voice, enchantment Godern,” T
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