Horizon of Darkness

—Ha, I knew one cyclops... —Joe reminisced, almost falling into the river from a friendly pat on the back. —He was taller than the trees. So, one scoundrel, a captain, decided to bury treasure near his cave. I remember, many of our men fell there. —Taking off his hat, Joe held it to his chest in memory of the team of adventurers.

- May they rest in peace... - Zeykin placed his hand over his heart - where, under his breastplate, the Heart of the Lady hung on a chain, he took out his tobacco, lit a cigarette for himself, and offered one to Joe and Fableup.

—By the time I get to our guys, they'll have already returned ten times. And I don't want to end up getting torn to pieces for free. If we go to rescue the workers, we should somehow "officially" arrange everything so that they don't try to cheat us out of gold later.

- Three meters isn't that much, it's not difficult to shorten, - the warrior placed his hand on his axe. - But we won't get any money "for free," and they'll probably try to cheat us. And sticking our necks out without a plan will ultimately cause more harm than good. And who knows if these peasants can even measure meters.
Leaning over the map, Zeykin traced it with his finger.
- If he ran this way, then he either lives in the mountains or something. And he probably already destroyed the sawmill, the scoundrel. We could search around, but I feel like we'd be wasting our time. We need to go up, maybe we'll find someone from the authorities, and we can cooperate with them. Maybe Nikta will sniff something out. What do you think, kid? - he asked, looking at Fableup.