🎀 Wisteria 🎀

Rogdan -> administration

The city administration building was in as much chaos as the area around the church. From their discussions, it seemed that many citizens were concerned about inheritance issues and other details related to marriage agreements. Fortunately for Rogdan, he was assigned to a person who happened to be dealing with different matters, so unlike his colleagues, he didn't participate in sorting through the new wave of questions arising from the citizens.

"My name is Mylo Ahoe," he said briefly, looking Rogdan over thoughtfully. "How can I help you today? I hope you are not here regarding marriage or inheritance; if so, you have come to the wrong place."

Zerek -> flowing wave

"Rrrrrrrraaaaa!" As soon as Zerek crossed the threshold, a metal cup flew towards him, but fortunately, he managed to dodge it. "You will pay for your words, scum!!"
"But did I say anything wrong?" The effeminate man dressed in Shanghai attire innocently blinked his eyes. "Serberia is a barbarian country with a bear on the throne."
"That's it!" The first man drew a saber from his belt and took a fighting stance. "Now I'll chop you into pieces."
"Exactly what I mean: whether it's the king or his subjects, they are all savages!"
"A-A-A-A-A!!!" The Serberian sailor rushed at his opponent intending to kill or at least maim him, but received a blow to the back of the head with what appeared to be a sturdy tray and passed out. He was hit by a girl of short stature.
"Oh, Rishechka, thank you, you saved me from this savage... And what would I do without you..." Noticing that the girl's eyes were still burning with angry flames, the sailor backed away toward the exit and disappeared through the door.
The girl ordered that the unconscious Serberian be taken to rest in his room, and she approached Zerek herself.

"Ah, excuse me," she said guiltily, scratching her head. "You must have come to eat or rest?"

Ilensiya -> Bivreste

After Ilensiya entered the store, the seller didn't notice her for some time, continuing to read a book whose cover bore a striking resemblance to those Rogdan liked to read. Then he finally saw her and jumped up.

"W-WELCOME!" He lost composure from surprise, but then quickly regained it, deftly adjusted his bangs with one hand, and continued in a calm, almost pompous tone. "How can I help you, my lady? Perhaps you are interested in weapons that can slay dragons? Oh no, forgive me, that would be too trivial for such a glorious warrior as yourself. I think your demonically legendary persona is better suited to weapons capable of defeating gods, don't you agree? How I understand! People often mistake me for just a simple bookworm, but that is the essence and secret of my brilliant disguise! The truth is that behind me lie hundreds of slain monsters, thousands of defeated vampires, and even dark gods could not withstand the onslaught of my blade, known throughout the world by the nickname 'god devourer'!"

Darbon -> Bureau of Magic

The Bureau of Magic was closed until 03/31/729 due to unexplained reasons.

- Good day. Of course," said the merchant, presenting two passes.

"Your documents are in order," the guard returned the papers to Raphael, and then began critically assessing him first, and then his companion. "So, everything is fine with you, but your companion needs to dress more appropriately. Unfortunately, in this state, I cannot let you pass. You understand; we wouldn't want respected guests to have their appetites spoiled or, may Artheria forbid, their mood ruined."