Ad aspera

Slipping into the shadows, the invisible elf-human-goblin waits for the landscape outside the window to clear, opens the last one, and, securing himself on the roof, closes it with his foot. Well then, now it was time to look around and experience the nightlife of Tirren.
> Stealth go random, priority on quarters that look disadvantaged. Interested in various criminal elements and what they're talking about, but if none are found, then just various "news" city chatter.

Duncaniel has to begin his nightly adventures in the Artisans' Quarter—the center and the merchants' quarter certainly won't suit him, the Eastern is swarming with guards, and others are still unknown to him.

The Artisans' Quarter does not impress with the variety of its life during the day, and at night, when all honest citizens are asleep, it seems almost dead. No tavern or brothel can be found here, and the silence is broken only by the barking of dogs. Incidentally, the dogs scent Duncaniel and bark fiercely as soon as he approaches.
The first notable encounter is three men, all drunk, but two are still on their feet, while the third has completely given out and is being dragged by the arms. Finally, the half-dead man is dunked face-first into a tub standing in the street, and his companions, tired of dragging the carcass, try to bring him to his senses:
— Get up! Get up, Stefan!
— Screw off!
— Get up, damn it, if you fall asleep in the street, the dogs will gnaw your snout and the pigs will bite off your dick!
— Well, screw them... and screw you.
— Every f***ing time we drink at "The Dragon's Throat," Stefan drinks himself to death...
— But it's more fun there than with the coppers at "The Drunken Boars."
— F*** that kind of fun. All sorts of scum, worse than in the port. Come on, grab him by the legs and drag him.

The second time, Duncaniel catches two women around thirty in conversation—one apparently went to borrow something from a neighbor, but due to her nature, she couldn't limit herself to the errand and stopped to gossip. Besides badmouthing their husbands, they discussed some visiting fanatical fool, the execution of Bald Andreas tomorrow, and the upcoming holiday. And, of course, the increased taxes.
Reaching the end of the quarter, Duncaniel faces a choice—to head to the Southern or the Port quarter.

Noted:
Eastern Quarter — "The Drunken Boars"
??? — "The Dragon's Throat"



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- Your ability to earn money is a blessing granted by the All-Holder! And if you continue to dispose of this blessing poorly, you will inevitably walk the path of evil to the very end...

— Yeah. Heavy. And how should I dispose of it correctly—build a Temple? You'd better find yourself a proper job, preacher, — the fat man leaves the square, as do almost all, except for that youth and a few of the idlest old women.

- My son, your deeds are your soul, and your soul is your deeds!

— Hmm... Yes, that seems consistent. An action directed at an object reflects upon the subject... Well, maybe I'll drop in to listen next time. Not too much stupider than how our professors at the university think, after all.
Noted:
University

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The warrior listened to the scholar's chatter, frowning deeply and lost in thought, and stood that way for some time after the conversation ended.
- Oh! - he finally uttered, snapping his fingers. - I've got it. I can do everything at once. Grab the drink, visit your friends, smash everything there and burn it down. Huh? Only this... there's some kind of Tournaments coming up soon. I must attend and be in shape. If your swill doesn't allow that... - Kreit scowled and drilled a heavy gaze, emphasized by his attacking heavy brow-ridges, into the alchemist.

— Uh, take it easy, — the alchemist took a step back. — Listen... *cough-cough*... if it were completely safe, I'd test it on myself, but my health isn't what it used to be. I don't pay this kind of money for nothing—the preparations are experimental. I can guarantee you won't die. Well, almost guarantee—there are... some slightly poisonous things mixed in, but the dose is very small, only a child would kick the bucket. And if the side effects hit—well, you can bleed yourself, or ask our healer for help. Cough-cough-anyway... I definitely wouldn't drink more than one at a time. And I definitely wouldn't charge into battle immediately after an untested potion, kheh. If the test is successful, I'll give you each a bottle. I haven't tested the fire one either. I only know that it ignites from the first spark, but as for in battle—we'll have to see.

Noted:
City Center — healer's house

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I'll need to make a separate post with the notes before I start getting confused myself. But definitely not today.