Happy Life
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- I see... And this... Uh... - Veserod scratched the back of his head. - You have a great shop here! So many wonderful items!
He glanced at the mechanical abominations, which, by their very appearance, caused discomfort. Of course, the watches stood out the most - the thought that a person would voluntarily put this uncomfortable, unnatural contraption on their body, like a parasite or the shackles of a prisoner, when they could perfectly determine the time by the position of the sun, the wind, and the temperature of the air, the cries of animals, and observing insects, made him feel nauseous. However, he didn't show any of this outwardly, but simply nodded, assessing the assortment.
- The person who runs the trade in this city deserves respect, - Veserod said, slightly bending the truth and changing the general meaning of what he said, but nevertheless expressing his honest opinion. - But I've heard different rumors... That people have been... robbed for decades. Defrauded. And all sorts of things... To be honest, we have our own problems here, and we're all feeling down about it... Can you give us any advice? Or have you heard anything, or have you experienced anything yourself? How did it happen that these scoundrels have been ripping people off for years? Even if they had pitchforks, the people could have brought order themselves if they knew which door to break down.
He glanced at the mechanical abominations, which, by their very appearance, caused discomfort. Of course, the watches stood out the most - the thought that a person would voluntarily put this uncomfortable, unnatural contraption on their body, like a parasite or the shackles of a prisoner, when they could perfectly determine the time by the position of the sun, the wind, and the temperature of the air, the cries of animals, and observing insects, made him feel nauseous. However, he didn't show any of this outwardly, but simply nodded, assessing the assortment.
- The person who runs the trade in this city deserves respect, - Veserod said, slightly bending the truth and changing the general meaning of what he said, but nevertheless expressing his honest opinion. - But I've heard different rumors... That people have been... robbed for decades. Defrauded. And all sorts of things... To be honest, we have our own problems here, and we're all feeling down about it... Can you give us any advice? Or have you heard anything, or have you experienced anything yourself? How did it happen that these scoundrels have been ripping people off for years? Even if they had pitchforks, the people could have brought order themselves if they knew which door to break down.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
