Abasdarhon's Castle

- Unfortunately, this is a painful reality – people who have lost their usual way of life during wartime and the post-war period... resorting to looting and robbery. They usually don't live long – they get stabbed in the gut by other, more successful bandits, or by armies. I hope they use their second... or rather, third chance more wisely, because they certainly have the potential for it, - shared his hope the second fighter with the first.
As they left the scene of the adventure, he felt the Creator smiling at the fact that they might have saved a few lives here.

The noble knight and the battle fairy triumphantly return to the farm. By this time, it is already dark. The farmer and his eldest son greet them.

- Oh! How was the outing? Successful? - asked the farmer.

- We found a camp, it's about that far in that direction. There were five of them: two died, the rest retreated. We confiscated all the weapons, as well as the supplies that were there, and maybe even some from other farms. Here you go, - Sid dumped a bag of provisions next to the owner. - The weapons... Well, take a look. It really looks like Lafir weaponry. I don't know what to do with it. I don't need it, you can share it with Lord Felian.
He stroked his chin.
- We secretly followed the goblins until everything calmed down - judging by their conversations and the direction they were moving, they left these areas and shouldn't bother you anymore, especially since they are no longer armed. But just in case, we would stay overnight with you and take turns on watch until morning, if you don't mind and if there is a place for us.