Horizon of Darkness

Bored, Nikta compares the scent of the new acquaintance with the scent left on the mage's letter.

- It's a sad city, I'll tell you, - Zeikin said sympathetically, spreading out the cards. - I understand that people have their own difficulties, but it seems like there is no life outside of a glass. There is no one to play with, no one to have a heart-to-heart conversation with. I thought that in the north, the more people drink, the more cheerful they become, but that's not the case. They get drunk silently in a corner and go to endure until the next working day. It's sad... Ah! Excuse me. No offense - I'm not saying anything bad, I like you locals very much, I'm just a little disappointed. A kind of negative dissonance, or something like that.