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Dugath sheathes his blade. "An enemy, you say? I don't see any enemies here."
Dugath raises his sword. "You heard the Sister. Tiger Lords, to battle!"
Dugath lowers his sword. "Tiger Lords! Haven't you had enough of this witch's speeches? Me, I'm fed up with al
Dugath is wandering through the mist, looking around carefully. Seeing you, he hides his weapon and gives you
Dugath is here too. Noticing you, he turns away.
Dugath is here too. Noticing you, he stops speaking and gives you a warm smile.
Dugath hesitates, looking at you intently.
Dugath greets you with a curt nod.
Dugath frowns. "None of your business, actually... But just to reassure you we weren't sneaking into your land
Dugath casts a grim glance at the surroundings. "This whole land looks like one big burial ground."
Dugath casts a gloomy glance over the battlefield, the bodies of his brethren strewn across it. "They died mea
Dugath casts a gloomy glance over the battlefield, the bodies of his brethren strewn across it. "They died mea
dug his teeth and fingers into the stinking ropes to untie them, but she just couldn't catch up to the competi
Due to tumult on both sides of the border, Oleg's trading post gradually fell into desolation. Regretfully lea
Due to tumult on both sides of the border, Oleg's trading post gradually fell into desolation. Regretfully lea
Due to tumult on both sides of the border, Oleg's trading post gradually fell into desolation. Regretfully lea
Due to tumult on both sides of the border, Oleg's trading post gradually fell into desolation. Regretfully lea
Drowning in a river out in the middle of nowhere is a grim idea, and the thought of it must have given our com
Drowning in a river out in the middle of nowhere is a grim idea, and the thought of it must have given our com
Drops of dew sparkled off the copper leaves of a tall tree, its thick shadow falling to the ground in a comple
Dri hesitates and then bows clumsily. "Your Grace, allow us to set up a camp in your domain! It'll be safer un
Dri cringes. "You never know if you'll even survive through the day! One kingdom bans religion. Another declar
Dri cringes. "Well, that's a nice trick. What shall we live on? Charity?" The dwarf falls silent for a while a
Dressed in clean clothes, shiny boots and in full accessory, Willas Gunderson looks even more jovial than he d
Drelev interlocks his fingers. "The baron left Restov for Glenebon. Stumbled into an ambush. Irovetti slaughte
Drelev doesn't react to your words, and keeps looking down at his hands.
Drawing upon your arcane knowledge, you discern that the strange being, whatever it may be, has stumbled into
Drained the second keg.
Drained the second keg.
Drained the last keg.
Drained the last keg.
Drained the first keg to the dregs.
Drained the first keg to its dregs.
Dragn's face turns scarlet. "You saw him? And you let him go?! Did you believe his slanderous lies about me to
Dragn's face grows grim. "That's a bad story. My clan has always been proud of its strong blood. My grandfathe
Dragn's face clouds over. "Here's the story. Our family used to have a suit of plate armor named Onslaught. My
Dragn's face attempts to look reserved and solemn, but he cannot hide his contented smile. "Your Grace! I see
Dragn's cheeks turn beet red, and he says softly, "Why, it's an honor to indulge your interest. What would you
Dragn takes his eyes from the armor and looks up at you, overwhelmed. "Dead? Is he? Oh, I knew this would end
Dragn solemnly presents the reforged plate armor. "Here, Your Grace. The work is complete. Grandfather's armor
Dragn smiles happily, but freezes as he sees the armor. "Oh damn... Kergan, you scoundrel! Ruining perfectly g
Dragn puffs out his chest and lifts up his chin. "Well that's rather unfair! So what if I frowned on him trave
Dragn points his chin upwards, insulted. "This is your land, you're free to throw me out. I'll always be happy
Dragn nods pensively. "Of course... My kind are rarely allowed to work freely, without a big hurry..."
Dragn looks discontented, stroking his beard. "Well, what can I say... There's quite a lot of troublemakers he
Dragn grunts and looks at you with distrust. "So that's how it is... I'm a tyrant, eh? My brother's quite the
Dragn calms down slowly. "Is that so? I was trying to set him straight! What a thankless wretch. He betrayed m
Dragn bows, coughing quietly into his beard. "Your Grace, I would like to apologize. I suppose I was a little.
Dragn bows from the waist and addresses you ceremoniously. "Greetings, Your Grace. By tradition, if a worthy r
dove beneath the rapidly approaching branch, but he reemerged too soon. The branch, swirling wildly in the cur
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