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The fresh air slightly improved Garret's depressed state; he now felt somewhat free again. For once, there was no immediate need to constantly look over his shoulder – even if the princess's lackeys were watching him, it wasn't a major concern as long as he hadn't done anything to offend her. She had mentioned a "good job," so he should keep that option in mind. For now, his plan was simply to explore this wonderful new world.
At first, he simply strolled leisurely, and as he passed by a rather imposing building, he decided it was time to get a better understanding of the area. A pointy-eared fellow in uniform was looking at him curiously from behind the gate.
— Good day, — Garret addressed him. — Listen, buddy, could you briefly orient me to the area? I just arrived, and I'm not familiar with what's where.
Added 2 minutes later
— Good day to you, sir (if there was a blacksmith-like man sitting there), do you sell ready-made equipment or only make things to order?PS. RBS.