Horizon of Darkness

— My throat is dry, I'll go get something to drink. — he said, addressing his companions.
Radiel stops at the counter a little further away and counts the coins in his hand as if choosing a drink based on his budget, while also listening to the conversation.

- You're exaggerating, it's not that bad, - the man said to the bartender.
- It's easy for you to say, you can leave anytime. But we have to live here.
- The rat problem has been solved, so everything else will sort itself out.
- I don't know, it's getting worse every day.
- Don't worry, everything will be alright!)
- I wish I had your optimism...