☀️ Arselia and Akonia

—N-no... I've been alone for most of my life, and I haven't managed to make any friends. Maybe I was just unlucky, maybe I didn't have the opportunity, or maybe it's just my personality... So, it's better not to get involved with priests and dragons.

—...Margel is a difficult place to find true companions. You never know who you can open up to, and then get a figurative knife in the back.
Klin paused for a moment, the blue lights in his undead eye sockets flickering strangely in the park thickets, which were being illuminated by the morning sun.
—I've said before that I still have a lot of relatives in Kriedaar. If I ever find a cure, I was thinking of returning to my hometown for a while. If you want, you could come with me. We don't have any of the capital's innovations there, no trains, airships, or tax inspectors, but we do have honest and sincere hardworking people. I can promise you, you definitely won't feel lonely there.

—You're probably right, but it's a bit strange that someone managed to erect a monument here. It must be someone with connections and money. Or maybe the circumstances and the place of his death played a role.

—Rest in peace, Raphael Nishenet. — Sanexa repeated, remembering the many faces that had been taken, of whom no memory remained at all. Although what happened was a tragedy, there was still something touching in the attention shown by his loved ones.

—You know, many years ago, one of my companions used to say how great it was that, by the course of his life, he didn't have any close people. Because he wasn't burdened by the responsibility for other people's fates, and if something happened, he wouldn't cause grief to his relatives, and he wouldn't experience it himself. He could pursue his favorite pastime with a clear conscience, and no external factors, emotions, or doubts would cloud his mind. He was then told that all this was just a sign of cowardice and weakness, or perhaps an attempt to hide the real circumstances of his personality and character. What was it really like? I'll never know. But now, when you and I have mentioned old Craig, and witnessed this sad monument, I think that there is no inherently true side to this argument. The more emotional bonds you acquire throughout your life, the more you begin to appreciate your existence, but the more painful the price of each broken string. I will try not to meet dragons and priests, but you promise that even if, for some reason, I am not around, you will continue to move forward. Just as the friends and family of this Raphael continue to look to the future after his sad death.