Knights of Tezoth

>Having examined the paper this way and that, holding it up to the light, and every which way, he tucks it into his pocket and recalls which of the city's worthy men might help him decipher this gibberish. (who?)

It seems I've fallen into a trap... I was not prepared for such a mighty foe....

- I told you - quietly and firmly. What have I been teaching you all this time? Can't I leave you alone for ten minutes? In broad daylight, in our safe city? - Vargas stares daggers. - Continue.

>I need to go to someone with more sense

- Forgive me, sir... I saw a blonde in that alley... She looked like a lioness, her hair just like a mane. - The squire apparently didn't know that lionesses don't have manes. - Her eyes like gold, and what a neckline she had... she beckons me with her finger, I think well, she's probably going to try to swindle me out of my money, but I still fell for it like a fool, went over, and then I don't remember anything else. And you know what the most insulting part is? It seems nothing even happened while I was unconscious. She could have at least, you know, like in those stories about night seductresses who drain life energy, but it turns out I just lost my belongings. And why would she even want my junk? I don't have anything valuable. - He shakes his head in frustration. - So now it turns out these underpants are all I own.