⚔️Serberia

“Balsamic Nettle? That’s very… interesting,” Ilva said. And although knowing this didn’t seem to mean anything special to her, she still felt as if something had changed within her. “Thank you.”
“So, what’s up?” Reynold asked, feigning politeness, having previously paced the street in front of the store. “Oh, hello,” he greeted the newly arrived Calentia.

“Hey guys, what’s the news?” the Arterian asked Calentia (when she was done “divining”), Reynold, and Ilva, wanting to know what else could be seen in this city.

“We visited the alchemist’s shop, in case you’re interested in potions for various ailments, or poisons for your enemies’ ailments,” he smirked. “And by the way, did you happen to visit the armory or the arena? I wanted to briefly find out if there’s anything interesting there, because, unfortunately, there isn’t much time left to see the sights,” he finished with a barely noticeable, irritated sigh.
Ilva pretended not to hear the last phrase and continued to silently examine the flowers.