“And over there, to the east, is Victor Slimegate’s house; he’s very well-read and knows a lot about many things, although sometimes he seems to look down on everyone from some philosophical heights. But the road there leads through the most dangerous part of the eastern forest, and it’s best not to go there without careful preparation. There is a safe path, but unfortunately, I don’t know it. If you’re interested, ask our hunter, Veserod.”
Then they reached the western part of the village.
“Here are mainly the homes of the residents, craftsmen, and mentors, but there’s not much to see. As for the teachers, you may already know Matthias; it’s hard not to notice him... And Gregor is one of those we were talking about – he’s supposedly an Illian aristocrat, but he decided to wander through the forests of Baldur. There was also Virgil, who was also very well-known in the world, but he recently left; you may have read about it in the latest newspaper.”
Finally, the group reached the central square.
“Well, this is, in fact, the heart of our humble village,” Ilva continued. “Here, of course, is the church of Arteria, and the house of our priestess, Almandina; by the way, today is her birthday, see how many people have gathered... There is also a statue of the goddess, a bookstore, a shop with board games, and a very good cafe. There used to be an equipment shop, but the owner unfortunately left recently, as business was not going well in Baldur.” Ilva stopped and took a breath. “You probably would like to visit the church or somewhere else; choose…”
and if she wants to go somewhere else, let her stop me in front of the place.