Happy Life
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Veserod nodded to the librarian – he had, after all, brought a potential client.
- Well, here we go...
Before leading his guest into the slums, Veserod once again thoroughly briefed her on all the possible dangers lurking there.
- Last week, there was a raid on this part of the city. It might be a little calmer now, but it might not be. Be alert, keep a low profile, keep your belongings close, and let's not linger here.
Heaving a sigh and offering a prayer to the great natural forces, Veserod began the tour of the dilapidated part of the city.
- So, here we have... - he frowned, remembering Anders' report, which he had risked his life to obtain. - How to put it... A society... of... alternative... believers. If your master goes there, he'll come out with a smile and in his underwear. And he'll sign over this society, you, his lands, his house, and his title to them. In short, it's not a place for a mentally healthy person.
He pointed to the neighboring, half-ruined building, a "steel foundry".
- I haven't been there myself, but they say... - Veserod hesitated. - Well, um... Mmm, um... That is... In other words... Anyway, your master might like it. I just don't know how to explain it... Well, it's like you can pay to get slapped on the butt in the basement or something... It's not uncommon among the Arreat-thieves. Anyway, it doesn't matter. You'll figure it out. Note that it's next to the cultists. Makes you think, doesn't it?
Veserod waved his hand and, cautiously looking around and holding Harissa's hand tightly, led her through another "safe" alleyway into the next part of the slums.
- Over there - we won't go too close - is a homeless shelter. I simply don't recommend going there, and your master probably wouldn't want to experience the smell, catch the plague, and all that, even if he has a peculiar taste. Let's go from here, they're already starting to look at us.
Moving to a nearby branch, they found themselves in an area familiar to Veserod and their group.
- There's a house over there, where Arreat-thieves used to live, but it's sealed now. Another crime. Someone was killed in it, or something, ah-ha-ha... - Veserod wiped the sweat from his brow. - And over there is a free market. So to speak, goods that are not in mass consumption. They might be of interest to your master, but it's mostly weapons. And I doubt it's legal.
Veserod nervously looked around.
- Well, that's it. Oh, and there's the sewer over there. I don't know if it counts as a vulnerable spot. Alright, let's get out of here...
- Well, here we go...
Before leading his guest into the slums, Veserod once again thoroughly briefed her on all the possible dangers lurking there.
- Last week, there was a raid on this part of the city. It might be a little calmer now, but it might not be. Be alert, keep a low profile, keep your belongings close, and let's not linger here.
Heaving a sigh and offering a prayer to the great natural forces, Veserod began the tour of the dilapidated part of the city.
- So, here we have... - he frowned, remembering Anders' report, which he had risked his life to obtain. - How to put it... A society... of... alternative... believers. If your master goes there, he'll come out with a smile and in his underwear. And he'll sign over this society, you, his lands, his house, and his title to them. In short, it's not a place for a mentally healthy person.
He pointed to the neighboring, half-ruined building, a "steel foundry".
- I haven't been there myself, but they say... - Veserod hesitated. - Well, um... Mmm, um... That is... In other words... Anyway, your master might like it. I just don't know how to explain it... Well, it's like you can pay to get slapped on the butt in the basement or something... It's not uncommon among the Arreat-thieves. Anyway, it doesn't matter. You'll figure it out. Note that it's next to the cultists. Makes you think, doesn't it?
Veserod waved his hand and, cautiously looking around and holding Harissa's hand tightly, led her through another "safe" alleyway into the next part of the slums.
- Over there - we won't go too close - is a homeless shelter. I simply don't recommend going there, and your master probably wouldn't want to experience the smell, catch the plague, and all that, even if he has a peculiar taste. Let's go from here, they're already starting to look at us.
Moving to a nearby branch, they found themselves in an area familiar to Veserod and their group.
- There's a house over there, where Arreat-thieves used to live, but it's sealed now. Another crime. Someone was killed in it, or something, ah-ha-ha... - Veserod wiped the sweat from his brow. - And over there is a free market. So to speak, goods that are not in mass consumption. They might be of interest to your master, but it's mostly weapons. And I doubt it's legal.
Veserod nervously looked around.
- Well, that's it. Oh, and there's the sewer over there. I don't know if it counts as a vulnerable spot. Alright, let's get out of here...
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
