Ad aspera

Stefan, for the second time.

/If I have to change my image again, I'll probably call myself Stefan./
Duncaniël, though he kept a close watch, was increasingly disgusted by the city. It's not that there weren't any drunkards in his village, but, as they say, habit is second nature. You eventually stop paying attention to them, and you might even say a few words to them... But here, it's all new.
Well, at least he heard some rumors now. And that execution... A pathetic sight, truly fitting for the short-ears. Knud thought for a moment, and wondered if it would be interesting to save this man, despite everything... But no, he probably won't get involved in this mess; he has more important things to worry about.
A visiting, fanatical fool? If it's about some Ardorian, he needs to be careful. For now, only dogs are his opponents in the shadows, but those... those are dangerous...

Having reached the end of the block, Duncaniël faces a choice: go to the Southern or the Port Quarter.

/If no one has been to the Southern Quarter, then go there. Otherwise, go to the Port Quarter./