Ment
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-- Just a measly fifteen silver coins... Listen – the man’s name is Gaspar, he lives nearby – cross the street, then turn left, then after one turn, turn right, to the end of the street, turn right at the fork, and it’s the third house. He won’t just talk to a stranger – tell him you’re from me. And don’t bother him at night or in the evening, come after dawn.
The elf thought to himself that after today’s expenses, he might not have enough money left for training in “sharp skills,” but he could consider it an investment in the near future.
-- It’s just that it’s become really scary to live... Either the Ardorians are about to attack, or it’s our own people, bandits... You know... They even harass honest people. And they say that elves... have started kidnapping people. And goats. In my village, you know, I had a whole herd, I even sold meat in *names a town not far from his native village, probably a Fendarian one*, and cheese... And then one night – and a goat is gone. And the next time – and another little goat is missing. Elves!