Граф Орлов
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-- Knud.
Delicacy? Food for people, at best tolerable, like pigs. What kind of delicacy can there be? However, Dunkaniel had long ceased to care; those whose lives were approaching three hundred years found little pleasure in indulging their taste buds.
The elf hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should ask the servant about his wife and daughter. If he wanted to tease him, it might make sense... But no, that was too silly.
The man sighed and asked a completely different question:
-- Can you tell me where I can find some work in the city?
Added 15 minutes ago
As it was then.
Tirren was the place to go.
A large city, and not far away. There, he would definitely be able to find a suitable occupation. And he hadn't chopped any wood there yet.
Ruven left his old, dusty house with a strange sense of relief. It seemed like only yesterday he was planning to live a normal life, doing a meaningless routine day after day. And now he was walking proudly in plate armor, looking nothing like the idiot who had just been kicked out of the guard for incompetence. He didn't want to analyze this event; he just wanted to stretch his legs and take a walk along familiar roads, not as a patrolman, but on his own.
So Ruven confidently set off down the road to the southwest.
But not everyone missed the arrival of another stranger in the city. Ruven hadn't even walked a couple of streets when he attracted the attention of two boys. One, apparently from the slums, had tattered rags on his feet that clearly didn't match the current cool weather, and his clothes, obviously made for an adult, were covered in unpatched holes. He looked about ten or eleven years old. The second, dressed decently, was only a little older, if not the same age, but much taller, and apparently more assertive – as soon as he saw the warrior, he got up from the bench and greeted him with a bow.
-- Sir! Good day, sir, are you new to the city?
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The view of the right bank that opened before Unus seemed quite pleasant to him. He himself grew up in a similar area, and such places evoked warm memories in him. Noticing the priest's reaction, the paladin decided to play along a little.
- The Almighty bless you, brother. Worldly inspections are meaningless. The only inspection that should concern us is – Unus looked up at the sky, pausing his gaze on it for a moment, – it is up there.
Having finished speaking, the paladin smiled kindly and introduced himself.
- Unus Antinish, of the Order of Paladins, a traveling preacher.
-- Traveling, you say. A noble cause. I myself, in my youth... Eh, but what's the point. Felix Schaefer. I am glad to welcome an adept of the true faith in this den of sin. Have you come to pray?
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- Alright, guys, - Krait nodded, looking around the building.
It's an inn, I guess.
- Well, you know where to find me. If anything comes up that needs some muscle. Well, goodbye!
Confirming his words with action – cracking his stiff joints and rubbing his sore buttocks – he headed inside to assess the situation.