United Kingdoms

- What the hell are you doing?

Using Charm.
- 30?? And what does this potion do? I'd like to know why it costs so much.

— The price is for potential profit,” the saleswoman calmly replied.

“And a good day to you too,” the meranth politely nodded. “Although, truthfully, I didn’t come here to shop. On the contrary, I came to offer you something.”
After saying these words, the girl took off a bag with the remains of a bone serpent from her shoulder and opened it slightly, showing the merchant its contents.

— Hmm,” the man carefully examined the remains of the dead beast, — I must admit, there are almost no useful applications for such goods, and its condition leaves much to be desired. I understand that this may sound disappointing, but if you don’t believe me, you can ask around at the market; hardly anyone will want to buy it. However, if you plan to become a regular customer of my store, I can buy everything from you for, say, 20 silver coins.

-- And that guy," Mirna nodded towards the lone inhabitant of the arena, "is he... waiting for the end of the season?

— He said he came to see what's going on here.

- Wigg, I suggest you settle in your former home. I don't think anything should have happened to it, at most - it might be covered in dust and cobwebs. Any questions?

The prospect of waiting for an unknown person under conditions of strict discipline did not appeal to the soldiers, but the situation was clear, and they had no questions. Resigned to this state of affairs, they began to lick their wounds and wait.
Wigg’s house really turned out to be unoccupied, and by fortunate coincidence, the villagers tried to stay away from it, as if the dwelling itself were a vile and dirty place, which one would not like to step onto its threshold without extreme necessity.
However, one of the villagers had to sacrifice this precaution.

“My name is Vikhl. The elder said that you wanted to see me.”