Abasdarhon's Castle

When the fairy addressed the goblin, the latter didn't even glance at him. It seemed he was deeply saddened by the death of his partner.

- Yes, of course, the payment, - Evrat approached one of the wagons, pulled a bag out of nowhere, and counted out 1,200 and 2,400 axots for Felian, Shoda, and Tarlion, respectively. - If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made it through the road either.
- I will inform the authorities and the legionnaires about what happened. I offer my condolences for your loss, - Shoda said to the goblin, said goodbye, and hurried away.

—I am very sorry too, - Felian tried to say it sincerely, as much as possible.
Over the years of service in the Death Legion, the people around him affected him less and less, and even his own experienced grief played no role. Once, he would have been ashamed to demand money from a merchant struck by loss. He had to admit that both people and fairies sometimes change, and not always for the better.
After saying goodbye to the other mercenaries, Felian made a mental note to exchange the gold found from the elves and visit Clean Hands early in the morning in search of a new assignment. The failure of today's mission left behind an unpleasant feeling that even the recent encounter with the Lafirs could not overshadow.
With these thoughts, the fairy headed "home".