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Hostages were handed over to barbarians, and nothing was stopping us from fighting each other. My companions tried to kill me, so I slew them. And from that moment I became free elf.
I know that treasure must be sold somewhere. I heard rumors of alchemist, who bought rare artifacts at a high price. But there wasa tiny unsignificant problem - Al-Diraq was sealed off for foreigners for some unknown reason.
That’s why we, the wood elves, had to do this the hard way. We found ourse