United Kingdoms

After wandering through the slums for quite some time, Ronard comes across a strange sight: an aristocratic-looking man accompanied by two men-at-arms was dealing with the local residents.

He nodded toward a sturdy man and a young girl, after which the men-at-arms approached them and demanded that they follow silently.

- Yes, and then we'll see how it goes; maybe not just the surroundings.

— What do you mean? Are you here for some specific business after all?
The other party members, it seemed, decided to leave this conversation in the hands of Abigail and Garlius and did not interfere.

/ And are they actually that bloodstained? Do they look like soldiers or thugs? /
-- My name is Lex Kind, and with me is Mirna. Is everything alright?

— It couldn't be better, — the red-haired man declared, — I am Lanfrid, a member of the Gitgood order.
— And I am Gangbert, — said the second one, — from the same place.
— We just returned from a foray to the east, — Lanfrid took a severed orc head from his belt and proudly held it up, showing it to Lex and Mirna, — we were hacking away at all sorts of creatures.

- Where and when were bandits last seen? How many were there, what did they look like, how were they armed? Did they say anything? What did they commit? Furthermore, Lex mentioned that your people have gone missing. What can you tell us about this?

The elder could not add anything particularly new compared to what Lex had told, but he had a certain idea of what the bandits looked like and how they were armed. According to him, they were Donars, and at least three of them were archers; he didn't know exactly how many there were in total, but it was unlikely there were very many.
— Please, good people, help us, — the elder fell to his knees, — free our girls from their clutches; Clinis's daughter has already suffered all sorts of horrors in her past, and my granddaughter is so fragile that she could be blown away by the wind, she is not ready for dealings with savages.
— Heh, — Wigg stared at one of the village residents with a wide smile on his face, — what's up, Clinis, still can't keep an eye on your girl.

— Wigg! — The man was unpleasantly surprised.

I sincerely hope that everything here is strictly under control and subject to supervision for any—God forbid the Mentor—heretical or forbidden materials?

— All materials purchased from other people in the past were checked by church servants, but books of my own authorship go on sale immediately, — the writer admitted, — however, I nevertheless ensure that they contain nothing contrary to the rules of the church or the laws of the kingdom.