⚔️Serberia

- Our group. The guys and me, as the leader. The girls... were busy with important work at that moment. Yes... - 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 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, that's it... The town is peculiar. Roynenthal has trampled all the locals into the mud, and they have developed something like... well, an Elhelsyn syndrome. Or a soul sickness, if you will. They like being poor, being robbed; they feel some kind of... belonging in it. They revel in suffering, in slavery. And, imagine, - Veserod chuckled at a sudden memory. - They even have some kind of club or something there. Where they come and pay money to be spanked with a belt! I've lived a long life, and I never thought I'd see something like that, hahaha!
Veserod wiped away a tear that had welled up from laughter.
"It's right in the bad part of town. For the local lower class, so to speak," - after this chuckle, a pang struck in his chest, and 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.
"Well, that's it. There were many other interesting and difficult things, although I can't reveal everything. I'll just say that after that, Baldur is like a fairy tale."