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When the trio was inside the house, Cenira took a deep breath and began her story.
- You see, the very lake monster you sent us to kill is not a monster in the usual sense of the word. It's a nymph. A natural spirit that looks like a young and attractive woman. The water magic I possess is powerless against such creatures. For men, especially cats and in springtime – the elf nodded at the Djurani – being near her is even dangerous. Nymphs enchant men as if it were nothing. However, she turned out to be not as aggressive as we feared. We even managed to talk to her a little. And I suppose you're wondering, "What was the nymph doing in our lake? They've never been there before!" And that's where your colleague comes in. You see, the mayor's estate was nothing more than a brothel. A real one. Deep underground, in a secret room, terrible things were happening to the poor girls. As you may have guessed, the current inhabitant of the lake was one of those girls. However, our story doesn't end there. The nymph let slip that someone, presumably the one who freed her and the other captives, wants to take revenge on their tormentor. Unfortunately, this person is unknown to us. All I could find out is that it's a woman and she's extremely dangerous. There wasn't a single living soul in the mayor's estate – only mutilated corpses. If you don't believe us, you can go there yourself. Or even talk to the nymph, although I strongly advise against it.

-A thousand and a half for a walk sounds good. I'm not against it. But I wouldn't want to die from poison. Although this guy seems to be a cool alchemist, - he nodded towards the Fey, - maybe he can handle this problem. [I'm sending a premonition, just in case]