— A necromancer, a pyromancer and a cook enter the village... — Civilization! Human! The end of wanderings in the desert, fried snakes and scorpions!— Let's repeat the plan: food, violence, rest, genocide. And this time there is no confusion. Is that right, San? - Will you remember this to me forever? It happened once. The kid had too much to drink, who doesn't? - Almost twenty years, and instead of a brain there is a pile of ashes. Even though I changed my race to an elf for the sake of an increase in energy and the speed of its replenishment. - San, once human, once orc, do you understand that when we got to the centaurs’ camp, I no longer gave a damn about the horse half? - Did you see, How much experience did they give for these monsters? I took two levels at once for the leader of the orcs! - That’s why killing comes as the last point, not the first. Okay, that's enough. In the name of Bacchus, I swear on my blood that I will fuck someone in this village. Therefore, pray to San that at least one creature remains alive after you, otherwise you will be on your own ass!