⚔️Serberia

Barely entering the dungeon and hearing the first cries of surprise and pain from the scoundrels who had encountered the tiger's fangs, Veserod spotted a convenient target. The guard's strange head covering (?) confused the hunter's aim, and the arrow followed an odd trajectory. By the time he realized this, it was too late – with a lightning-fast movement, the guard raised his musket and pulled the trigger – the deafening sound of the shot nearly burst his eardrums. Coming to his senses, Veserod saw a stoic wolf face above him, tending to him with bandages and plantain leaves. "Lost his balance," Veserod thought to himself. With difficulty, he got to his feet and discovered a hole in his chest – the bullet had found its mark. Fortunately, the invaluable medical assistance from Rohey – plantain leaves and a pat on the back – helped the leader cough and spit it out. Nevertheless, he was still pale and felt immense weakness in his body – the impact had once again made all his old scars ache, and his trembling hands could barely hold the bow. An attempt to move forward, leaning against the cave wall, only resulted in him leaving a bloody streak on it and collapsing to the floor again, in front of the musicians and the remaining girls. Soon, the sounds of battle subsided. From somewhere in the distance, the murmur of conversations could be heard, some fragments of which could be caught, and after a while, an indifferent procession passed by those who remained behind, calmly, as if at home, and disappeared into the depths of the Tamphan Lake. A little later, when everyone had regrouped and the situation was explained, it became clear what had happened.

— What if we never meet her again? — the girl asked quietly and wearily, — We will have to live with this. And any evil deeds that Yukino may commit in the future will be on our conscience.

- I am angry with myself... For the fact that it was you, and not me, who had to make this decision... - Veserod shook his head, and then put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed it firmly – as much as his strength allowed after the ordeal. - But it was the right decision. In our situation... He fell silent, and then with disgust, he glanced around the tunnels. - At least... "it" won't be here anymore. And they will get what they deserve. He sighed heavily, shook his head, and asked the group if they had found anything. Was there a post about this?

If that's all, we can leave. Maybe someone has an RP, but I think we can play it out later if necessary.

I think it makes the most sense to send the leader, that is, Veserod, but if necessary, I can go too.

Okay, I'll go.