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☀️ Arselia and Akonia

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"Yeah, if a dozen thugs can casually stroll into a place like this, do whatever they want, and get away with it until some hero shows up, then there's even less reason to linger. It reminds me of that job in Rheims, from which Tsukiko barely escaped with her life. No thanks, I'll pass. But now I know which part of town to avoid. I wouldn't take that job for 3,000 Rem," the warrior mused. "That hopeless little town offered its residents and visitors two options: either die quickly or slowly rot. Or become one of a hundred bandits, dying in a brawl over a share of some other 'comrade's' loot. You could compare it to Araid, but at least there were some useful resources. It's a dead end. A wasteland."
The Tanarian gripped her sword tighter. Although she didn't have the same emotional attachment to this weapon as she did to its lost "brothers," she didn't want to part with Granhildr. But she also didn't want to risk her life for something unclear. Therefore, she decided to pay Miloshe a second visit, allowing the Zimivian sorceress to inspect her belongings and determine what might be of interest. Who knows, maybe the warrior had overlooked something valuable at the bottom of her bag? Although common sense told her that only her weapon could be of interest to anyone. But even that should be enough for a few tickets.
I'm not selling it yet, but I'll find out the price. Of course, I won't offer any stockings myself, but maybe she'll show interest? Although that's unlikely.