Ple-Sen
- They'll be found, they'll be found! About the scars — and not just those — many would want to know about such a stately lady! Though truth be told, I can't read.
Golden Coin listened with interest to the tale of the night spider.
- Is that so. And they say a spider in the house is a friend, protecting you from other vermin, but seems for the likes of this one, we people are no better than flies. Or worse — the house itself. I remember how the boss implanted spider eggs into that poor fellow's chest, and then... Bleh, better not to recall, or else my lunch is coming right back up.
The warrior woman smiled sincerely in response to the straightforward knight's words.
— Thank you for the kind words. If I ever take to writing an autobiography, I'll be sure to include such stories as well. Perhaps I'll even call it "The Scars of Alaria Doran," — she grinned, — has a ring to it, doesn't it? And learning to read, by the way, is never too late. If there's one thing I've taken from life, it's that. I discovered some of my hobbies and talents well into adulthood.
The Knight of Catharsis listened attentively to yet another wondrous tale of the no less wondrous experiments of Stratos Genburry. Whether the rumors about the Lord of Faredjia and his inhuman experiments on people were true, or whether he was simply a great enthusiast of very unusual punishments and was willing to devote considerable time to their execution, she couldn't say. The ultimate purpose of "implanting spider eggs into someone's chest" as a scientific experiment escaped her, but she understood full well that erudition was not the interlocutor's strongest suit — he could easily miss important details.
Alaria also pondered another question: "Why doesn't Stratos Genburry use the monsters from the crater for his experiments?" True, capturing them alive would be no easy feat, but the powers and properties inherent to some of them might well be worth the effort. And if one were to disguise it as "selfless aid to Faredjia in defending against the spawn of Ifilla," one could even raise one's prestige. Then again, it could well be that he did use them. Or perhaps the creatures brimming with unholy power could not be controlled. Or perhaps the rumors of the experiments truly were nothing more than rumors.
— To be honest, that creature reminded me more of a solifugid than a spider. Just with more eyes.
The girl chose not to respond to that last remark, so as not to stir the bandit's memories. Besides, if he blurted out something he shouldn't in the process, it would backfire on Galahaladron himself as much as on her. Instead, she decided to steer his thoughts in a different direction.
— Do you plan to take part in any of the upcoming events? You surely have no shortage of battle experience under your belt, and clearly no lack of strength either.