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The encounter with the Artherian Inquisitors and their subsequent interrogation at the old mill seemed to darken the prospects for the Baldur's Gate company. Under certain circumstances, they might even have found themselves on the same side, given the presence of Artheria's faithful in the squad, but the Countess's mission and the presence of a demonologist among them ruled out any possibility of a peaceful outcome to this meeting. Listening to his comrades' discussions, Ryohei most agreed with Renold's position on what to do with them. They had already left behind many living enemies, and repeating this would be risky. Although on-the-spot execution was a radical and cruel method of solving the problem, like Renold, he was ready to go for it for the safety of the others. Besides, they almost killed Anders, forcing the squad's regular doctor to play with his brother's life and death again. In short, Ryohei felt neither great pity nor sympathy for them, and the Countess's decision to hang the prisoners somewhat eased his soul; he was only glad that they didn't have to get their hands dirty by killing defenseless people. But the sad outcome of the Inquisitor expedition still left a dark aftertaste; those people, like them, were just doing their job, and that led them to their deaths.
Looking through the branches of the trees at the edge of the forest at the distant walls of Myrkoria, Ryohei thought about how easily this city drained money. The owner of "The Standard" demanded an exorbitant price for repairing equipment, and he didn't have even half of the required amount, and even if he did, he would have to remain unarmed for some time... And ahead lay the continuation of the patrol. He either had to quickly master magic or think of something else... In fact, this marked the end of his wanderings through the streets of Myrkoria. Now he had to spend most of his time sitting on the gnarled branches of the southern forest, silently passing the days in the company of a goblin while the others went to shops and hotels. What the goblin did in the cave during the patrol only reinforced the shinobi's belief in the need to keep an eye on him. What if this guy decides to end his life as an outcast of Illian society in this absurd body and, at the same time, take revenge on those around him for their sidelong glances, and he draws a fire rune right in the center of their camp? Some of them might survive it, but those who were less fortunate would no longer be helped by a first-aid kit.
Although the young man was already quite tired of watching his strange companion. There were, of course, some oddities in his behavior; he would sit motionless for hours, gloomily staring at one point, or suddenly twist his swollen lips into a grin for no apparent reason, but nothing indicated that he should be expected to do something bad. Ryohei himself felt an acute need to somehow unwind; aimless idleness in the forest did not contribute to improving his mood. Remembering that some beach competitions were to be held this week and looking at the cracked medal on his chest, Ryohei headed to the shores of Myrkoria.
Looking through the branches of the trees at the edge of the forest at the distant walls of Myrkoria, Ryohei thought about how easily this city drained money. The owner of "The Standard" demanded an exorbitant price for repairing equipment, and he didn't have even half of the required amount, and even if he did, he would have to remain unarmed for some time... And ahead lay the continuation of the patrol. He either had to quickly master magic or think of something else... In fact, this marked the end of his wanderings through the streets of Myrkoria. Now he had to spend most of his time sitting on the gnarled branches of the southern forest, silently passing the days in the company of a goblin while the others went to shops and hotels. What the goblin did in the cave during the patrol only reinforced the shinobi's belief in the need to keep an eye on him. What if this guy decides to end his life as an outcast of Illian society in this absurd body and, at the same time, take revenge on those around him for their sidelong glances, and he draws a fire rune right in the center of their camp? Some of them might survive it, but those who were less fortunate would no longer be helped by a first-aid kit.
Although the young man was already quite tired of watching his strange companion. There were, of course, some oddities in his behavior; he would sit motionless for hours, gloomily staring at one point, or suddenly twist his swollen lips into a grin for no apparent reason, but nothing indicated that he should be expected to do something bad. Ryohei himself felt an acute need to somehow unwind; aimless idleness in the forest did not contribute to improving his mood. Remembering that some beach competitions were to be held this week and looking at the cracked medal on his chest, Ryohei headed to the shores of Myrkoria.