⚔️Serberia

Zeno turns to Renold again, addressing not so much him personally, but the entire group.
— I'm not from around here, and I don't know what the proper etiquette is in such situations in your western lands, but the instinct for self-preservation is a universal thing and has nothing to do with culture. — He puts a hand to his head. — Why bother attacking someone who is obviously stronger than you? Are you all crazy? Okay, maybe together you could defeat me, but you definitely wouldn't get away without casualties, and what for? I just wanted to find my way.

What was unfolding before Kalentia's eyes could only be described as a circus — first, their group panicked because of Anders's pet's strange behavior and the stranger's no less strange appearance, and they started shooting without clarifying the situation. A bolt hit the stranger in the eye, but he didn't seem to feel any pain from the wound — he just frowned and pulled the arrow out of his eye socket, and then cast some incomprehensible spell and turned the clothes and armor of the group members into rags. It is unknown what would have happened next if Renold had not realized it and tried to defuse the situation. It seemed that he had even succeeded in this, until Anselm, as often happens, decided to show off at the wrong time. Apparently, at this point, the foreigner's patience began to run out, and he first knocked the anemone down to the ground, and then Imelda, who had rushed at him. One part of the argalian's consciousness urged her to rush to the aid of her brother and sister, while all the others were in complete shock. In a way, she could even understand Zeno's behavior — he apparently decided that gentle persuasion had not had the desired effect on the group. Someone had to take on the role of peacemaker before things went even further. And, apparently, Kalentia was to be that peacemaker.
— On behalf of our group, we offer you our apologies, Mr. Zeno, — said the argalian, sternly looking at the group members, who seemed ready to rush into battle, — I don't know what came over Anselm, what made him provoke you after we sorted out the misunderstanding. And this after you didn't hold a grudge for Anders's rash shot. I honestly can't find the words to describe the situation, because even in our lands, such behavior would be considered strange and wild. You suffered from our foolishness — we suffered from its consequences. Despite the behavior of my comrades, they are not looking for a fight. As far as I can see, you are not looking for it either. So, I suggest that we leave what happened between our group and you in the last few minutes in the past. Forget about it, if you agree, and start getting to know each other from scratch. As Renold has already mentioned, we are ready to heal your wounds or provide you with money for their treatment. As for your affairs in Myrkoria, we are ready to take you to the city. However, I must warn you that the guards at the entrance are often very suspicious and picky — they are not even ready to let every Serberian inside. However, if the invitation from the count or countess was not in oral form, then, as I think, there should be no problems.

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How long will Ples be working on it?

I was just adding the final touches.