Horizon of Darkness

- No, thank you. May I just ask who you are and what your name is? I will pray to the Lady for your health.

—Well, look... —the old pirate shook his head distrustfully. —And we, the Northern Fangs, are... well, we're kind of like mercenaries. We help people out of trouble. When we have enough strength, of course, ha-ha! —the mercenary croaked. —And my name is Joe. You, girl, better pray properly. Otherwise, I used to be into this... amethyst stuff, because of bad upbringing, and look what I've done to myself! —he twirled his hook in front of the girl's nose.

Joe and Lin feel a strange vibration in the place where they put the magical pocket.

—Ah, you mosquito bastard! —Joe angrily slapped one of the holes in his travel cloak, but it had no effect. —So, what kind of witchcraft is this? —taking a letter out of his pocket, the former adventurer studied it carefully for a few moments, after which he exclaimed with delight: —Wow, what a thing! Look, the swindlers didn't cheat us! But I won't be able to figure it out without a dictionary in a day...
After briefly glancing at the bucket with the chattering goo with his only eye, Joe snorted suspiciously and turned to Dorobo: —Hey, brother, can you read what our guys wrote there? You're supposedly a master of literacy.