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Morning

The hunter frowned. Squatting down, he plucked a blade of grass and chewed on it, looking into the distance and desperately trying to find the words to express what he felt.
- I've realized two things... First, I'm far from my former skill, - he grimaced - old wounds ached in confirmation. - And it's not just in my body. My spirit... Hmm... That is, my heart...
Veserod shook his head and spat out the grass angrily.
- Before, I shot instinctively, - he tried to explain differently. - The earth, the wind, and the sun guided my hand, and I hit the beast without fail. Now... My spirit... Yes. My spirit seems to have lost that connection with the all-encompassing. Or almost lost it...
His unfocused gaze wandered aimlessly over the surrounding vegetation.
- Now I try to figure it out with my mind. How to shoot, when to shoot, how it will fly. And it turns out much worse. My movements are slow, my heart is not in the right place, the arrow flies not as it should, - he looked at Gregor, shook his head, and sighed, hoping that he had at least managed to convey his thought.
Standing up and kicking a small pebble, he continued, now more confidently.
- And the second thing is, I've been here for so long, but I'm still a stranger. When I go into the forest, I'm like a blind kitten. In the lands of the Rus, there isn't even a tenth of the beasts that I see around, and I don't know what to expect behind the next tree. Well, at least it's interesting, - he smiled crookedly at Gregor. - Some of the beasts are very ugly, you wouldn't even call them beasts. The gods of these places clearly do not favor the presence of humans.

— Baldr may be modest in size, but it is still a city, and city life inevitably dulls our instincts with its unnatural routine, and as long as you live in the city, your spirit will not regain its former connection with the world around you. — Gregor rarely allowed himself to be familiar with anyone, but now he put his hand on the student's shoulder. — You will get used to it over time. Unnecessary thoughts will not disappear, but speed and clarity of movement will return, perhaps even better than before. — He smiled. — However, it is possible that my fault is partly to blame for your problem. The Ilian art of archery lacks simplicity and naturalness, requiring sophistication and artificially complex movements. Nevertheless, I am sure that these skills will still be useful to you. And the "beasts," as you call them, are not really beasts, but simply an abomination of nature - it's just that you can't understand it with your mind.

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Ple-Sen

Thanking Gulveig aloud, and Rohey in her thoughts, for her promptness, Kalentia took the medicine from her friend's hands and, after briefly praying to Arteria, returned to the room with Hans. After that, the girl did not take any action yet, trying to assess the state of the guard and how easy it should be to give him the potion. If there should be no problems and it is possible to give the potion calmly, then I will act.

The guard decided that he had been brought a new drink, as he had asked, and happily drank the potion. Then, a little more than half an hour passed, and he began to feel better.

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