Having finished his meal and deciding to occasionally visit this strange establishment, Waldemar headed towards the astrologers.
— Well, I really messed up... — one of them complained. — And where were my eyes looking?
— Maybe you just lost it somewhere; things happen, especially with your tendency to lose patience and get angry for no reason.
— Oh, shut up.
— Maybe you should go to the guard?
— That was my first thought, but... Ugh, all this hassle won't be worth my time. — Finally noticing the visitor, the blue-eyed one approached him and greeted him. — Hello, how can the astrologers' guild help you?