AstralLein
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Beata nods and sits down.
“I... I just don’t know what to do. You have a beautiful city, a wonderful hotel, but... I think I made a mistake coming here. And it’s not about the city, no. It’s just... I was preparing for a wedding, but my fiancé... - she sobbed - was poisoned. The gods, how he suffered, it was all happening right in front of me,” Beata trembled with the surge of emotions. “I’m so sorry... My good friend persuaded me to fly here to relax, she said she would take care of... what happened... and she will fly to me on the next flight, but... but... her airship crashed,” Beata burst into tears, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry... At another time, I would have appreciated this place much more...”
Her emotions were genuine. She didn’t say a single lie. What happened had severely shaken her, and perhaps talking about it was a good idea. But at the same time, she never forgot to be cautious. With an effort of will, she put the mission first.
The head of tourism sighs, pats Beata on the shoulder, and says:
“I sympathize. By the way, I have one artifact. Whenever I look at it, troubles always go away. It becomes very easy and good in the soul... Maybe it will help you too.”
And he takes out a portrait of Rinze.