🎀 Wisteria 🎀

— Ha-ha-ha, you’re quite the comedian, — the traveler patted Scipio on the shoulder, — I’m a healer, and our profession is always respected everywhere.

- Ah, yes, in that case, I have no further questions.

While the stranger was telling the knight about his profession, Chrysanthia appeared in the room, riding Mirastir. She was apparently inspecting Hessit.

- Ha, just look at him, he could use some longer hair, - the knight thought to himself. - And imagine if the horse had a mustache.
- That... that would look... - the skeleton pondered how it might look.
- Brutal? Elegant?
- I think both options would work.
- I should probably buy a horse too, I did train in riding.
- I haven’t seen any horses here, except for that guy from the bar. But I doubt you have enough money, just like you wouldn’t for an ordinary horse.
- Yes, you’re right, - Scipio sighed to himself.

Seeing the commander, the brothers greeted her and their mustachioed comrade.
with a gesture or however it should be done