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Let's go.
— You, you scoundrel! I just wanted to recommend a shop where he could buy weapons, that's all.
— Is that so? I'm afraid that explanation isn't enough. Please, come with me.
— You're such an idiot! — The man almost lunged at Lex, but the guard grabbed him by the arm and dragged him along. — I'll get you for this!
- You're something else, commander. I wish I could remember everything, - Anusder pretended to think and scratched his beard, - I bought this sword from a kid so I could defend myself against street thugs, my father taught me. This one is for show, a bankrupt merchant or maybe an aristocrat sold it to me... I definitely remember this kitchen knife, a cook gave it to me as compensation for poisoning me with his food. The cobbler's knife... hmm, I think I traded it for a bottle of booze with a drunk hunter. Or was it a hunting knife that I later sold to some fool from Liathria... hmm, who knows. And this is my deceased father's diary. He went on a trip in his old age and wrote all sorts of nonsense, I still can't understand it. He said he could see the future and wrote everything down in the diary. I carry it with me, maybe someone smart will decipher it. Some old men paid me, they got lost near the previous city I was in and were looking for the way there. I guided them.
— Please, don't interfere. — Captain Gerian refused to follow the suggested advice and returned to the interrogation. — Is there anyone in Astria who can vouch for you or your story?