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  English​(en)“Don’t be so sure of that.” Mikhail was, of course, quick to dispel notions of comfort at the end of the tunnel. His life as a ranger on the outskirts of civilization were, in this case, a double-edged sword. To him, it was a boon. His utilitarian armor, leather and oil-soaked cloth over it, was perfect for the slog to the Tower of Trials, but to the others? His grim outlook was seldom more than a reminder of the futilities of life. “Way I see it, we’ve got three steps back before we’re in the city again. Into the tower, into bed, and back through the whole sordid mess.”