— Yeah, right, I guess it's kind of similar. — The man ignored Raphael's question. — Alright, guys, let's go!
The stranger's companions walked around Nisan and his group, then took some pyrotechnic devices and immediately detonated them. In the next moment, colorful pieces of paper of small size rained down on those gathered.
— Welcome to Lower Clematis! — The strangers shouted in unison, all except the leader, clapping their hands. — Hooray! Long live the "Golden Griffin"! Hooray!!
— So, here you go, — when the greeting was over, the stranger spoke to Raphael again and handed him a bunch of keys. — These are spare keys to the house; Inar asked me to give them to you and to set everything up there. In general, the guys cleaned up a bit, brought in furniture for eating and resting, and so on, and also brought food for today — a pot of warm stew, wine, and various other things. — He paused for a moment, remembering if he had forgotten anything. — That's all.
After that, the strangers disappeared into the dark alleys of the lower city.
— What a friendly people they have in Lower Clematis, — Linderia chuckled, watching the procession disappear into the night.