⚔️Serberia

"Excellent work!" Veserod shook the raven's hand, having spent many evenings together with Gungnir, practicing their leadership skills, and simultaneously patted him on the shoulder. "This might not be the gang we're looking for. If they're that old, I'd expect them to be involved in something more serious than petty theft. But if that's the case, these thieves will definitely be able to lead us to them. After they've lost a dozen teeth." He frowned and shook his head; it was almost possible to hear the gears grinding in his head. "However... They might be behind all the shady places you described. As for our acquaintances... No decent person would go down to the city's slums. Unless it's their profession. Bandits have nothing to do there either... But for outsiders, it's the perfect place... Rats, maggots, and worms," the hunter spat with disgust. "Where else would they hatch their vile plans away from prying eyes? I have no thoughts about the bull with the spear... But I have a very bad feeling." He looked firmly into Anders' eyes and nodded. "You took a big risk, but it had to be done. You may have saved one of us from a terrible fate. It's good that you came with us."