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- Yves der Miesel, - the Serberian introduced himself and shook the man's hand, glancing around at the interior, which he greatly appreciated. - You have decorated this place wonderfully. Tell me, do you only spend time here in a cultured manner and sell goods, or do you perhaps organize tournaments or courses?

— It varies, depending on who we find here in a given year, - Dalion admitted, - in the year of the current Empress's coronation, many people gathered in Clematis, and among them, of course, were many hunters of various kinds, from professionals with rich experience to mere amateurs, and therefore, it was possible to organize a grand tournament in hunting game outside the walls of the empire without any problems. But last year...
— Dal, he doesn't need to know that, - the masked guy interjected, - otherwise we'll never recruit new members.
— No, I won't allow myself to hide the truth from people. - The man returned to the conversation with Yves. - Last year, we had many newcomers, young and old enthusiasts who wanted to dedicate themselves to the craft of hunting, but a great tragedy occurred, and none of them survived. Therefore, now there are only three of us here, plus a couple of acquaintances who sometimes visit the city.
— Well, that's what I mean, - the second one interjected again, - with such a small number of people, you can't really organize any tournaments or courses.
Meanwhile, the Asterian girl listened attentively and silently to the men's conversation, while also cleaning her daggers.