Horizon of Darkness

- It's like a potion made with mole. I heard there's a recipe for it somewhere in the north... Oh well, never mind, - Zeikin shrugged, sat down at a table next to Joe, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a match.

- I wonder if there's a cheaper tavern in town than this one? - Faibleup wondered again. - I'd also like to visit the town, and then maybe other places. Although traveling through villages isn't very appealing, but if we have to choose, I suggest going southwest. There seems to be some kind of market there, and in the north, there's only a village and a military camp, if I understand correctly.

- You shouldn't have refused the pine cone, - Zeikin said, puffing on his cigarette and extinguishing the match, releasing smoke towards the ceiling, enjoying a moment of rest after a long journey. - We can go to the market. I've been thinking about it and came up with a way to carry you more easily and not scare people. I can have our musician sew up the holes in his clothes, leaving only the collar. Then he'll become very thin, and we can pour you through that collar, and from the outside, it will look like a normal person. We just need some kind of hat to cover his skull. What do you think?

The hero doesn't seem to mind; we can go to the southwest.