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Добрый день. Вчера был бой. И в третьем раунде в самом конце у меня вылител инет. Вернувшись в игру перс уже стоял в просветлителе. Обычно в таких случая сундуки за бой отправляли на почту персонажа. Но мне почему то не пришли они. Не знаю это баг или так и должно быть?

Seek. Savor. Soar. One, two – shadows sweep the sky so blue. The people of Arinar have no memory of the Truthseekers, wandering nomads between worlds, driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge. Three, four – darkness knocks at every door. The Arinarians do not understand that every scrap of knowledge is valuable. Whether it's a mushroom stew recipe, the greeting rites of the Muars, or complex levitation formulas – each is a feast all its own. Five, six – minds are what they'll pick. The people of Arinar have never seen insectoids crack open skulls to feast on thoughts. Seven, eight – consume without debate. The Arinarians were never meant to hoard wisdom. Their lives are fleeting. Their forms, too flawed. Nine, ten – all will vanish, then. Lesser beings remain in their worlds, wandering aimlessly and driven only by the instinct to survive. Primal and forgotten. Speak their name, recall their way... and soon, they'll come to claim their prey. No Truthseeker has ever set foot in Arinar. But why, then, does every child in Arinar whisper this rhyme?..