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Garlius, Zladr, and Akhelsiy arrive in Silvergard.

Garlius and Akhelsiy enter the city without any problems; Zladr is stopped by a guard.

— I need to search you.

In any case, Abigail decided to save her finances for later and finally headed to "Dragon's Tear".

As expected from its exterior, the tavern was very spacious and could accommodate many people, but for some reason, there were few people here now.
The owner of "Dragon's Tear" turned out to be a serious-looking dwarf woman, and two girls served customers. In the corner sat a young man of noble origin, judging by his clothes, and, judging by how freely he touched one of the waitresses on the buttocks, it was considered normal here.

- Mekriy, if I’m not mistaken? - he addressed the healer-apothecary. - You don't seem to be very talkative, but maybe you can tell me about yourself? Whether or not to open up is your business, but I am not one to judge. I am one who is ready to stand up for a comrade, no matter how old-fashioned that may sound.

— There's nothing to tell. You live your life, do your own thing, and then some dullards, dependent on the count's boots, come along and put you in a position where you have to choose – lose your head or "serve". — The healer turned towards the Stronghold, where the count lived, and spat in its direction. — Ugh!
There were many different goods at the market, from good ones to complete junk, but it was difficult to focus on anything without having something specific in mind.

Lex smiled.
-- Well, I was prepared for this. Of course, getting to the very bottom means starting from scratch, which is normal in its own way. But first, I would like to ask about the last option.
"Although it's interesting; if I understood correctly, I was just offered an unsecured loan. But even so, I shouldn't grab blindly; I value my reputation, and I also want to live longer. Loans can only be taken when you are sure that the profit will more than cover them."

Are you asking about a loan?