⚔️Serberia

Gullveig couldn't believe her eyes, looking first at the cover and then at Calentia's face, pushing the book aside. "You look alike! I'm glad you found your twin! And where does she live? Oh, right, in Baldur, of course! Congratulations, Cal," Vegi said with a sly smile. "No, seriously, that's great!"

— Well, yes, it's a pleasant surprise from Ivein," the girl didn't argue.

The Magic Horn was chaos. Dozens of tables were filled with people, loud music blared, someone was playing billiards, and someone was arguing loudly. It was quite difficult to understand what was going on and where, but the locals, in a way only they knew, always knew where they needed to go. As it turned out, a beer festival was being held here today, where anyone could challenge the establishment in an attempt to win a cash prize. The Magic Horn's signature dish was bratwurst with sauerkraut, and it cost 18 selics.

Although Calentia perfectly understood that she shouldn't expect a cozy atmosphere like in "Amber" from this place, the cacophony of sounds mixed with the alcoholic stench left the Argalian with a decidedly negative impression. Perhaps the city dwellers were more accustomed to the surrounding shouts or noise, but she herself could hardly enjoy the food in such an environment, even if she were hungry right now. The beer festival was the icing on the cake – in contrast to something noble like a tournament, which was a spectacular event and allowed one to hone their skills, the festival participants simply got drunk like pigs and ruined their health. This place was clearly not for her. — Let's go," Calentia pulled Gullveig along by the hand, "we have nothing to do here." After that, the girls checked the list of tasks on the board and decided to try their luck with the actor search job.