⚔️Serberia

The hunter could only hope that Gregor was right about the skill. At least the Ilian himself shot well, so his method had some merit; the question was whether Veserod, in his current physical and mental state, could master it, given that he wasn't a blank slate but rather "suffered" from a mix of overlapping and conflicting habits and muscle memory from his native style.
- What kind of nation is that? - he frowned. - To me, they're all just beasts. You harvest parts from them and use them - skin, bones, fat, fangs - he pointed to the tip of a Lich arrow to confirm his words. - And if they were created by nature, then there must have been a purpose behind it.
Veserod shared observations that had accumulated in him over the years he spent in Baldur:
- I think the purpose is to confine you all within walls. To prevent people from setting foot in the world without constantly looking over their shoulders. To make it impossible to venture off the beaten path unarmed. It's not surprising. The forest, the mountain, the swamp - they don't disappear; their spirits don't vanish. They have been here since the beginning of time and will continue to exist as long as the mountain and the forest stand. But the people have lost all respect for them, walled themselves off, and buried themselves in books and machines - which they created at the expense of plundering and violence against nature. And everyone worships different idols, today one, tomorrow another. The spirits are doing the right thing. This is a war of annihilation - either you will level everything that exists here, or you will be driven into a pen until you die out.
Veserod exhaled - the tirade had taken a lot out of him, but once something was said, it had to be finished.
- I've been hearing chatter all week - about some golem. Another bogeyman to scare children into staying inside. Who is it? Can we take it down?