United Kingdoms

“Good afternoon,” the girl greeted politely, “I wanted to inquire about renting a room.”

—“Five copper coins per night,” the landlady of ‘Tears’ explained dryly, “eight with meals included.”

Ignoring the comments of the foolish guard, Zladr headed towards Fort Di Lest to see if they had any work for him.

—“You need to discuss this with someone from management,” the soldier at the post explained, asking one of his comrades to inform the commander,— you will have to wait.
After more than forty minutes, the soldier returned and agreed to escort the healer to meet with his superior.

—“Well, tell me,” the officer seated Zladr opposite himself. “Where did you come from? What are your skills?”

I am examining the selection of melee and ranged weapons and armor. Is it available? If you need something specific, then I can provide the same equipment as we use, but of higher quality, plus crossbow bolts.

—“It's not just that,” Mekriy continued, “these idle government officials only exist to rob ordinary people, oppress them, and impose their own rules, trampling on other people's opinions, aspirations, and hopes under the weight of their bloated bodies. How far have we deviated from the natural grace that nature has given us, so that freedom is now an unaffordable luxury?” The healer lowered his voice slightly when the group passed by another aristocrat who had emerged from the Stronghold, but it was clear that he was gritting his teeth.
—“You should ask the Minnesian brothers at ‘The Horn’ and ‘The Tip’ about weapons and supplies,” one of the market traders explained, “we don’t trade in those things, but they have a good business.”