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I will gradually reveal the events.

- Hello, Waren.
- Oh! Hello, Lord Teir. I didn't expect to see you here. You rarely visit.



- Business. Did you bring the drinks?
- Yes, sir, my guys have already unloaded everything. As always, the highest quality.
- I haven't doubted your alcohol for a long time.
- Thank you, sir, it's very nice to hear that from you.
- Alright, you can go.
- Okay, sir, have a good day.
- You too.

Ten minutes after Waren left Giriza's underground tavern, someone knocked on the door.

- What kind of troll came? - the guard asked, as usual.
But no one answered his question. Instead, the uninvited guests broke down the door and killed the questioner. Then they burst into the room.



Almost everyone inside was killed, including Teir - the elder great-grandson of Mayor Tsonondh Siseba. Some lucky ones managed to escape. But they will hardly ever forget this day and the bloody mess that the iron golems arranged in Giriza's tavern.
Meanwhile, in another part of the city...