⚔️Serberia

- Our group. The guys and me, as the leader. The girls... they were busy with important work at that moment. Yeah... - Veserod mumbled something into his beard. - There was also a gambling house... I expected something like a rundown den, but it turned out to be almost a palace. I've never seen so many fat guys in gold, aristocrats, and other freeloaders gathered in one place. It became clear why this establishment was considered a local gem.
They walked and walked, and Veserod gradually shared fragmented memories.
- Well, as for the town... it's peculiar. Roynenthal has trampled all the locals into the mud, and they've developed something like... uh... an Elven syn-drone. Or a soul sickness, if you will. They like being poor, being robbed; they feel a certain... belonging in it. They revel in suffering, in slavery. Ah, imagine, - Veserod chuckled at a sudden memory. - They even have some kind of club or something there. Where they come and pay money to get their butts spanked with a belt! In all my life, I never thought I'd see something like that, hahaha!
Veserod wiped away a tear that welled up from laughter.
- It's right in the bad part of town. For the local lower class, so to speak, - after this, a pang in his chest, the hunter winced and rubbed the sore spot with his palm. - I was killed there, by the way, ha-ha... I caught three musket balls... Well, luckily, my brother took care of it and patched me up in time.
The hunter shrugged.
- But overall, it was fine. There were many other interesting and difficult things, although I can't reveal everything. Let's just say that Baldur is like a fairy tale world after that.