"It's too hot Bek!" said the dwarf to the half-orc.
"We live in the cool depths of the mountains, the dust remains quiet on the ground, it is not continually blown into your eyes by the wind! And this heat is cooking me, my armor is hot, the metal is melting!
I can't resist Bek anymore.
How much is missing? "
The half-orc stopped at the top of the dune, checking the horizon.
"I don't know Magnor, I think I'm lost"
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