– Caramel, or citron? – Zagomonili dwarfs. – A handful of the hill and another – good-naturedly boomed in response to a troll – and I you for that hazelnuts dumps. Paladin Light shrugged his shoulders, crossed the courtyard and entered the lock. ications. Just before he crossed the threshold refectory hall, as was razed to the ground hefty werewolf, who crashed into him as if fired from a catapult stone. Paladin jumped to his feet and drew his sword. But the werewolf, as it turned out, was not going to attack. Apologizing to a Paladin in the most exquisite expression, he turned to standing at the other end of the hall vampire. – Why did you hit me so hard? It hurts the same! – Tearfully wailed werewolf, pressing claw of a black eye.
– The First Commandment Paladins of Light: 'Good to be with his fists' – kindly answered a vampire, rolling his second hand stylish beige coat, embroidered with colored lettering. The vampire was a masked hobbit, – Well, turning the other eye. And spiritual benefit to you, and I exercise. And well as meeting some bloodsucker! – And then it will be my turn to do good, huh? – Asked a werewolf, and began to correct crystal bells that adorned his mane. Decor complement a wreath of lilies and a mask of lamb. – Dreaming! Look what you did, scratch-cat bloodthirsty – troubled vampire, widely preparing to strike, – What dark thoughts, eh? Let's push in you in the name of the Darkness Light.