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“In that case, I accept your invitation with pleasure!” Rogdan strolled leisurely through the house, examining its interior with great interest.
Stopping at a statue, he hummed thoughtfully and shook his head in time with his own thoughts.
“Of course, it would be nice to place one of the great heroes here. Alas, my legendary collection of figurines was lost in the family estate... But as my mother used to say, Arteria is also, in her own way, an incomparable heroine. Hmm...”
“You should rest, boss,” Zerek interrupted gently. “Tomorrow is full of plans and all that.”
“Yes, yes, perhaps.” The baron found a free space in one of the rooms, then unpacked his travel bag, took out his favorite book, gently smoothed the worn cover, placed it on the table, and then headed to the table. “And now, a feast!”
“Now that’s what I call our style,” the adventurer rejoiced.
“Not that we deserve such a feast... But why refuse food and drink?” Ilencia agreed.
“And you, Sir Darbon?” Rogdan addressed the old man, who was hurrying to the far rooms of their dwelling. “Please, join us!”
“Thank you, I already ate earlier,” the sorcerer protested apologetically.
“Well, don’t starve yourself unnecessarily. You, like all our comrades, need to be healthy and in the best shape! You are always welcome here.”
Finding a place away from the noise of numerous drunken gulps, hurried running, and the chatter of the servants, Darbon curled up on his side, placing his belongings under his head, and soon fell into a deep sleep. After a day full of chores and stress, he wanted to see something calm and peaceful in his dreams.
we can probably skip to the middle of day 2 if no one objects