Heroist
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“Ah…” Reynold sighed thoughtfully, sitting down on the steps of the stone staircase leading to the governor’s castle. “I hope old Wes explains everything properly to the boss. Although, these kinds of ‘failures’ are becoming a habit…” The young man cast a gloomy glance at the bustling city spread out before him. Once again, a depressing feeling of failure settled in his soul, but this time it was much easier to convince himself that they had done the right thing. Fighting against hordes of enemies armed with modern weapons was not part of their paid profession; they had neither the means nor the opportunity to secure any support, so the journey to Elheim, which ended without any losses, could already be considered a great success.
After listening to the leader’s story and receiving his reward, as well as sharing the treasures of the fallen countess in a friendly manner, Ren suddenly remembered that he hadn’t bought his sister any souvenirs. With these thoughts, he headed to the bookstore and bought a book about exotic cuisine.
ready for the road
***
“Thank you very much!” Ilva thanked the animal merchant and Anselm for putting in a good word for her. “And what should I call you…” she said, looking thoughtfully at the proud eagle. “Maybe Paroxysmus… or better yet, Alex, ha-ha!”
At the end of the week, at dawn, the girl found a convenient spot from which she could see all of Galgan, gathered her long-unused art supplies, and began to work. She wanted to capture Thrace as a peaceful and bright place, which with each ray of the rising sun would inspire good thoughts and hope. She herself was filled with mixed feelings: a longing anticipation of an upcoming meeting and a panic fear of sad news that she might hear. At one moment, it seemed to her that the cursed time was dragging on incredibly slowly; at another, that it was flying by too quickly. In any case, the girl could not influence the outcome of future events, so all that remained for her was to accept her fate and wait for the end of this trip.
ready for the road
After listening to the leader’s story and receiving his reward, as well as sharing the treasures of the fallen countess in a friendly manner, Ren suddenly remembered that he hadn’t bought his sister any souvenirs. With these thoughts, he headed to the bookstore and bought a book about exotic cuisine.
ready for the road
***
“Thank you very much!” Ilva thanked the animal merchant and Anselm for putting in a good word for her. “And what should I call you…” she said, looking thoughtfully at the proud eagle. “Maybe Paroxysmus… or better yet, Alex, ha-ha!”
At the end of the week, at dawn, the girl found a convenient spot from which she could see all of Galgan, gathered her long-unused art supplies, and began to work. She wanted to capture Thrace as a peaceful and bright place, which with each ray of the rising sun would inspire good thoughts and hope. She herself was filled with mixed feelings: a longing anticipation of an upcoming meeting and a panic fear of sad news that she might hear. At one moment, it seemed to her that the cursed time was dragging on incredibly slowly; at another, that it was flying by too quickly. In any case, the girl could not influence the outcome of future events, so all that remained for her was to accept her fate and wait for the end of this trip.
ready for the road
Whatever