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Beata hugs Erifir and buries her face in her shoulder, sobbing.
“T-thank you… But I… Gods, why did all this happen to him… Hasn’t he suffered enough in his life… I… I really want you to be right, but…”
After crying for a while, Beata wipes away her tears.
“W-we… We need to focus on the mission. I think the person I met… The innkeeper… He might be connected to the cult. He might even be their leader… He has a good position for recruiting. But he’s probably not an apostle. He offered to go to his place… He talked about achieving beauty… I didn’t risk it. It seemed like a trap to me. Because of that damn Rinze, everything here seems like a trap… Just like in Yansi. A nice inn, delicious fruit, we explored the city, we were ready to do what we came for… And it all turned out to be one big trap. They were waiting for us. They robbed us, almost stripped us naked, and sent us home…” Beata giggled foolishly. “Guyon didn’t make it on the mission either… He ate too much and had a stomachache. A winner, that’s for sure…” she smiled warmly and sadly at the same time.
-- And regarding traps… -- if “alibi” could be used for stealthy dialogues, then such discussions were quite appropriate for concealment. Well, if not, caution is observed in other ways. -- Look around yourself, who here isn’t a cultist? Fortunately, that’s not our concern; our instructions on this are clear and concise: the enemies are the apostle and, optionally, the administration.
-- Of course, there are still some problems with clearly and confidently identifying the first one… There is one or even two candidates, the mayor’s guard and the mayor herself, but it’s a bit of a guessing game, unfortunately. If we had a clear means or at least Raphael’s eye, hmm, it would be a completely different story. But I’ll tell you more about it at the end of the day when I gather everyone, and we’ll exchange all the data there, my soldiers. I hope you listened to my advice and explored the unknown locations.