⚔️Serberia

Veserod cast a disapproving glance at the workshop building:
- It's neither for me nor for anyone else...
A couple of citizens, seemingly of Heckelian origin, walked by, loudly chattering in an incomprehensible dialect, picking their noses and ears, and emitting an unpleasant odor that could be smelled from a dozen paces in every direction.
- Is there even one quiet place in this pigsty? - Veserod wheezed, wiping sweat from his forehead, and shuffled off in a random direction. As he walked, he realized that he had left Norbert behind, but the hunter felt so bad that he just wanted to get away from this street as quickly as possible. A feverish surge carried Veserod past a bulletin board, around which a group of individuals with extremely dubious appearances were gathered, probably looking for ways to make a quick and easy buck. But it was their appearance, which caught the hunter's eye, that allowed him to notice the board and spot "Zoe's request," whatever it might be. After checking his pouch and finding a single event point, which he had saved on Gregor's advice, Veserod headed to the indicated address, hoping to find at least some respite. But it turns out to be a quest in the marketplace, amidst a crowd of rabble.