⚔️Serberia

- Yes... And this... Uh... - Veserod scratched his head. - You have a great shop here! So many wonderful goods!
He glanced at the mechanical abominations, which, by their very appearance, caused discomfort. The most striking, of course, were the watches - the thought that a person would voluntarily hang this uncomfortable, unnatural thing on his body, like a parasite or the shackles of a prisoner, when he can perfectly determine the time by the position of the sun, the wind, and the temperature of the air, the cries of animals, and by observing insects, made him feel nauseous. However, he did not 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 was said, but nevertheless, he spoke honestly. - But I have heard different rumors... That people have been... robbed for decades. Defrauded. And all sorts of things... To be honest, we have things to do here, and we are all a bit down because of it... Can you give me some advice? Or have you heard anything, or have you experienced it yourself? How did it happen that scoundrels have been robbing people for years? Even if they had pitchforks, people could bring order if they knew which door to break down.

- Very good, I think Anders will be glad to hear such warm words. And he stayed...

- Interesting, you say? Well, okay, why not. - Renold shrugged.