| Fliblelpish | Дата: Понедельник, 27.05.2013, 03:29 | Сообщение # 1 |
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| But I don't want you to think I'm like this all the time.That I'm a bad person.I don't want you to get into trouble over this.You can thank me for that.Never mind — let's go.The gate Irinja had mentioned was there, but when Attrebus pushed experimentally on it, it swung open.He drew his sword and looked around, but on his side of the gate there was no place to hide.I don't hear any wailing or cursing, do you?He's been dead for years.Probably whoever tried to feed him last didn't bother to lock the gate.
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I'll go and find the sword.But if you need help — » «Right,» Sul said, waving him off.
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Then Sul must have passed behind something.He rubbed his head.The hangover wasn't as bad as it could have been, and for that he was grateful.Irinja's attitude about their little tumble together was fortunate, because now that he was sober, he couldn't shake the nearly unfamiliar feeling that he had done something wrong.He'd been with a lot of women, and never had any sense of guilt.
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