⚔️Serberia

Hearing his name, Veserod came out of his daze. He was in a strange room near a bookshelf, holding a book open to the last page, and a familiar voice – Ilva? – had called out to him, probably thinking he was feeling unwell.
- This... - he absentmindedly turned the book in his hands, as if not knowing what to do with it, before finally closing it and returning it to the shelf. - From the Fortress?..
After the strange trance he had been in during the events of the last few hours, it took him a few moments to come to his senses.
- Ah, well... Harpies... Stone Golems... And deeper in, it gets more serious. And there's a lot of climbing to do. No Rayflowers grow at the foot of the mountain, - he glanced at the unthreatening figure of the girl, who wasn't burdened with weapons or signs of frequent travel across rough terrain. - It's a harsh place... Even if you're with your brother.
He remembered his expedition and rummaged through his bags:
- I found a few...