⚔️Serberia

After the meeting with the baron ended, Ilva, along with the others, followed him to the rooms he had designated for their rest. Left alone with her own thoughts, the girl sat on the bed for a long time, staring into the emptiness before her. But one cannot spend three weeks within four walls, especially since she herself needed to learn a lot in order not to be left behind like this next time. But on the other hand, she wasn't planning to train to join some elite mercenary unit! Nor was Ren planning to join their ranks. All of this was stupid, unfair, and wrong.
Having managed to overcome the accumulated feelings of frustration and hopelessness, Ilva left the guest rooms and went outside. The weather, the surroundings, the atmosphere – everything that instilled peace and tranquility in a city dweller was suffocating and disgustingly familiar to her. After standing still for a minute, the girl finally began to walk slowly into the village. She had heard that a certain artist lived here, and engaging in or observing a hobby, as is well known, could bring thoughts and the soul into a favorable direction.