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- This is Kaya, - Raphael remembered that he had forgotten to introduce his concubine. - Kaya is Inar. She's not very talkative, so don't let that bother you. He stirred a spoon in his glass. - Thank you again for the building and for the place in "Bivreste." You have a funny fellow working there. You know, I think that if you somehow organize all this in a more user-friendly way for casual visitors, it could theoretically become a very interesting and profitable place, or even an entire network with this unique touch. You just need to carefully balance practicality for serious clients who are looking for reliability, and a bit of mystique for romantic simpletons and all those whose dull lives are made more interesting by these stories. After all, which would you rather spend a reasonable amount of money on? Some unremarkable piece of iron in a dilapidated shack with a gloomy, grunting, and sweaty blacksmith, or a slightly larger piece, but accompanied by a colorful sales pitch that doesn't stray too far from basic realism, in a beautiful store, polished by a servant with a plunging neckline? Which one would you brag about to girls and other tough guys in the tavern, and feel more confident in a fight? The main thing is to maintain a degree of realism so as not to attract lawsuits, - Raphael grinned, taking a sip of tea. - I'm not sure how aware you are of the events taking place in the city, especially regarding my people, but the situation is currently not easy... - the fishmonger's voice became serious again. - Almost all of our people have been sent to three different fronts - I don't know exactly where and how hot it is there, but it's definitely not a picnic. Of course, I have no doubt about their competence and ability to defend themselves, but given the latest news and movements in the region, I can't help but worry. Plus, there remains the problem... - he paused and took another sip of tea. - You seem to have some influence in Clematis? In the lower district and in general? Have you heard any news or rumors in the last month related to Baron Rogdan Kraffmeyer? The direct founding father of our humble organization.
— I'm afraid that the great Mao might spill all the shop's blood if you put a servant with a plunging neckline next to him, ha-ha... — Inar thoughtfully massaged his bridge of his nose. — Rogdan Kraffmeyer... When I heard about his disappearance, I took certain measures to try to determine his possible location, but it was all in vain: there are no traces, no witnesses, he simply seemed to have evaporated. I have no proof, but according to my sources, he was last seen when he passed through the cordon in the central square in the company of Vice-Captain Celestia Coriander. I can only guess what happened next, but my thoughts on this are hardly of any weight. — At some point, Raphael might have heard someone's moans, clearly not his own or Inar's. — I am also aware that "Griffon" was sent on a mission by the government, but I don't know the details. Can you tell me more? Judging by how you described the situation, it doesn't look like it was voluntary cooperation.