Hyvät pelaajat!
Tapasimme eilen tämän onnettomalta näyttävän miespoloisen haahuilemassa pitkin Travianin maailmaa.
Vaikutti ihan siltä kuin hän olisi kantanut jo pitkän matkaa näitä raskaita säkkejään. Mistä hän on tulossa, ja mihin hän on menossa? Tai miksi hän näyttää niin onnettomalta?
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Kilpailu alkaa N.Y.T nyt, ja päättyy perjantaina 7.4.2017, kello 12:00
Hieman taustatarinaa (ei tarvitse liittyä omaan vastaukseesi):
Mark Atilius got off the horse and looked on the city which had been lying in the valley. Well, not a capital city, definitely. But not that small town with just a few streets, surrounded by tents where the soldiers of engineering cohort had lived when Mark first came here, and where some time ago he met his old friend Lucius Tarquinius Lepidus.
"How long ago it was? - Mark asked himself - Couple of years at least? This can't be truth! Time in constant adventures goes really fast!"
Mark knew that Lucius moved all the time, building new towns here and there, and that there was almost no chance to meet him here. The main construction works here were already completed, all minor things can be done without the Chief Imperial Architect.
The ex-caravan driver sat on a sheared tree. This was the exact tree where Lucuis had been sitting when Mark brought his last caravan with the resources to this place, remembered Mark. He went deeply into his thoughts, recalling fine days of his last meeting with his old friend.
Suddenly a whistle noise attracted his attention. Carrying heavy bags on his back, a traveller went out of the corner whistling a popular melody. It was clear, that he had walked a long way. The ex-caravan driver and the traveller saw each other at the same time. The stranger stopped.
But... was he really a stranger? Mark Atilius couldn't get rid of the impression he had already met this guy.
"Where could I have seen him before? - he asked himself. - Oh, yes! This is the guy from the tavern in Solona, who I had helped to get back to his barracks. The one with a pike and a hatchet! Aurelius, isn't it? But how he got there?"
Mark waved to him.
- You passed the long way, an experienced stranger can always see it. - said Mark Atilius - and seems I do remember you. What brought you here, my friend?