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"When you say it like that, it doesn't sound very impressive. I'm also 'needed' to keep those simpletons who fall for your attractive appearance from having their minds blown."
"Hmph, not everyone knows the word 'pastel'."
- Vargas. There's a certain striking harmony in our names, isn't there? Let me guess — perhaps you're seeking some treasure, or even an elixir of eternal life, located far away in a flooded cave that only opens at low tide, guarded by a giant squid? I don't particularly believe in fantastic coincidences, but imagine this — I have a comrade, also a sailor, and we recently agreed to go on a sea voyage. Makes you wonder if fate exists. We could join forces; the boundless waters have always fascinated me, and I think my employer would agree if asked nicely. There's just one tiny snag — takes a sip of mineral water. — We have a bit of a kindergarten quarrel brewing here, and it needs to be settled first — separate the fools and collect a few heads. For the sake of these good people — nods toward the previously displeased crowd, and speaks the current take at full volume so they can hear. — The workers think this won't affect them and that trouble won't come to their home, and I can understand that — those who haven't seen war don't comprehend danger. But one phrase stuck in my memory, which I happened to overhear from some provincial lord. How did it go... — pretends to recall, though he remembers perfectly and verbatim. — Something like 'impale the men on wooden stakes and the women on meat hooks.' I don't like that forecast, and I won't let it come true. Returns the conversation to a private dialogue format: - Heh. But recruiting a crew in a bar is a good idea, and quite classic. Do you have any deadline for your adventure?
- What's he talking about? - Allegedly, if the capital loses, Loyalty from the south will start committing atrocities against the defeated. - Only the Bloodsucker would do such a thing, but where is she, and where is milord Vermgrace? - Yeah, there's nothing in common between them. She even has more in common with Deus, same bloodline after all. The half-whispered gossip continues.
The blue-haired woman extended one arm to the side and placed the other somewhere near her shoulder, mimicking something resembling drawing a bowstring. - This fellow? — She didn't wait for an answer and nodded to herself. — An extra bow wouldn't hurt us, that's true. - As soon as it's ready, we'll go. — Mistophos answered the question. — This venture requires not a large, but a very competent team. - My left eye sees the crow feathers enveloping Mr.'s soul. Are there memories not of this world stored in your mind?