perfect 20 - in the presence of Hannok Demansiq 
The glow lit up the transporter and the smooth walls of the monumental remains of the throne room. The stone columns look like models rather than carved, and their blends harmoniously with the rock floor and ceiling, tall, square by amazing times. Inside the hall, a dozen soldiers Formiana, his body covered with chitinous plates perfectly embedded in the body, turned almost in unison toward the light. When Hannok appeared inside the room, beamed directly in front of the most important
Kliktrix authority, he found twelve bets on sharp spears. "I'm here to see the queen," she stammered. "The queen has disappeared." Promptly answered a soldier. Hannok's eyes widened. The queen disappear? Maybe it was lost, which is involved in the collapse of the dam in a direct way? But now was not the time for questions. It was necessary to warn the ruler, whoever he was. "I
Hannok Ringfinger and I have to speak with the regent. Who claimed the royal scepter? "
Demansiq the mirmarca six hundred and eleven." Answered a soldier. "We'll take him." A Modrone opened the door of the circular Demansiq room where he was receiving some mirmarchi. Inside the room there was only one table and some stools Formiana, not even enough to seat all those present. The gnome was left to wait in the hallway for several minutes, the ants then invited him to enter. "Hannok Ringfinger! - He began the ruler - I know by reputation. "Mirmarca The regent was a very large, with reddish-brown plaques are polished and light clothes that wrapped the insect body. The royal scepter in her hand, which was designated a current head of the entire community Formiana Kliktrix. "I'm the regent Demansiq - mirmarca said, echoing the word - and I regret not being able to accommodate in a home more comfortable, but the council chamber was used as a temporary shelter for workers without a nest, like many other areas of the court. "I understand ... - Hannok said, glancing at the other Formiana in the room. - I have to discuss with you the disease. "What disease?" The Regent seriously looked surprised. Hannok tried to explain. It was not easy. It was not a natural disease or a curse. The disease was spreading the wisdom of depriving any person infected. Initiative, enthusiasm, inspiration, creativity, courage. Hannok described in detail the absence of each of these emotions, as long as it had been prey to the disease. At that point Demansiq included. "I the same symptoms you described Ktasi ... She was called "dark iron
" and warned us not to underestimate it ... "If you mirmarchi you had a look facing labor camps, at the dam, you would have noticed that many workers sat dangling without any desire to do any job, "Hannok pointed her little finger at the Formiana in the room. "And you, how you healed the darkness of iron?" Asked one of the tests. Hannok turned, as if to look back, then scratched his head. What the hell had happened to those adventurers?
The glow lit up the transporter and the smooth walls of the monumental remains of the throne room. The stone columns look like models rather than carved, and their blends harmoniously with the rock floor and ceiling, tall, square by amazing times. Inside the hall, a dozen soldiers Formiana, his body covered with chitinous plates perfectly embedded in the body, turned almost in unison toward the light. When Hannok appeared inside the room, beamed directly in front of the most important Kliktrix authority, he found twelve bets on sharp spears. "I'm here to see the queen," she stammered. "The queen has disappeared." Promptly answered a soldier. Hannok's eyes widened. The queen disappear? Maybe it was lost, which is involved in the collapse of the dam in a direct way? But now was not the time for questions. It was necessary to warn the ruler, whoever he was. "I Hannok Ringfinger and I have to speak with the regent. Who claimed the royal scepter? " Demansiq the mirmarca six hundred and eleven." Answered a soldier. "We'll take him." A Modrone opened the door of the circular Demansiq room where he was receiving some mirmarchi. Inside the room there was only one table and some stools Formiana, not even enough to seat all those present. The gnome was left to wait in the hallway for several minutes, the ants then invited him to enter. "Hannok Ringfinger! - He began the ruler - I know by reputation. "Mirmarca The regent was a very large, with reddish-brown plaques are polished and light clothes that wrapped the insect body. The royal scepter in her hand, which was designated a current head of the entire community Formiana Kliktrix. "I'm the regent Demansiq - mirmarca said, echoing the word - and I regret not being able to accommodate in a home more comfortable, but the council chamber was used as a temporary shelter for workers without a nest, like many other areas of the court. "I understand ... - Hannok said, glancing at the other Formiana in the room. - I have to discuss with you the disease. "What disease?" The Regent seriously looked surprised. Hannok tried to explain. It was not easy. It was not a natural disease or a curse. The disease was spreading the wisdom of depriving any person infected. Initiative, enthusiasm, inspiration, creativity, courage. Hannok described in detail the absence of each of these emotions, as long as it had been prey to the disease. At that point Demansiq included. "I the same symptoms you described Ktasi ... She was called "dark iron " and warned us not to underestimate it ... "If you mirmarchi you had a look facing labor camps, at the dam, you would have noticed that many workers sat dangling without any desire to do any job, "Hannok pointed her little finger at the Formiana in the room. "And you, how you healed the darkness of iron?" Asked one of the tests. Hannok turned, as if to look back, then scratched his head. What the hell had happened to those adventurers? 
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