☀️ Arselia and Akonia

- Doesn't seem like it. I'm not charging for the advice, I'm just curious, so I'm asking. Or are you suggesting that I should get to know you better first, gain your trust, and then ask such questions? That's ridiculous, it takes too much effort, and the length of our acquaintance won't change anything. I doubt that in this prudish and flirtatious city, such a topic comes up very often. Maybe that's why you're in a bad mood? It's probably not easy to maintain the appearance that girls are as pure as flowers and that they only smell of roses, especially at your age. But we could go off into the bushes together, and you could relax and forget all this nonsense. Maybe all the negativity would leave your body right away. What's the problem? I'm not an expert in high matters, but as far as I'm concerned, nature didn't intend for all these social and cultural complexities, social norms, marriage, and abstinence. Suppressing yourself is generally harmful, even though sometimes you have to, again, because of the society's insane rules – the guards will arrest you for something, and you'll be screwed, but you won't be able to do anything to your offenders unless you're some kind of superhuman. But why become a pushover and impose artificial limitations on an already difficult life? What's stopping you from agreeing to my previous offer? You could relax a little and make another person happy; it's a pure plus for world harmony, and it wouldn't cost you anything. But I'm sure some parasitic idea, like honor and dignity, has attached itself to your brain and is making you neurotic. I can say the same about my lexicon and manners, but I don't want to bother with such details of my behavior; otherwise, I could become a schizophrenic if I constantly overthink everything. The opinions of others are the same; the main thing is that they don't stab you in the back, and I don't give a damn about anything else. Well, what about me? I'm a simple person. My goal in life is not to waste the time I have on some kind of crap like work or serving someone. I'm not a fool to do something like that voluntarily, although now I have to spend time on these training sessions so that I don't end up in jail. I just want to enjoy life, do things that interest me, and not do things that don't interest me, have sex with more cool chicks like you, sleep when I want, and not deny myself anything. As for my life story, it's boring, but since you asked, I'll tell you. I was born in a village not far from Margel; I don't remember it myself, but I learned from my neighbors that a blond bandit came to our house, killed my father, and raped my mother, and then she gave birth to a son from him. But instead of cursing the scoundrel, she ran away with the youngest on her arms, looking for him, and abandoned me. I still don't know what she had in mind, but it doesn't really matter. I was left alone, and I needed to eat, so I didn't have the luxury of being idle. When I was young and helpless, I fed myself by stealing small things, and when I got older, I used threats of violence to take things from travelers and peasants, although not always successfully – sometimes I could run into the wrong people and get a good beating... It's strange that I'm still alive. But when I discovered the path of a marauder, a bright streak finally began after a very long dark one – the advantage of the dead is that when you rob them, they don't get angry and don't try to kill you or turn you in to the guards, as the living do. The income from this business was very good; I could choose my own working hours, and the process itself was quite interesting – you never know what you'll find in the belongings of the next corpse, it's like playing roulette in a casino. Sometimes it's some useless trinkets full of emotional attachment, sometimes real artifacts. For example, I came across diaries – this was always interesting reading, because I knew the ending of the lives of their authors better than anyone else on the planet. Well, the money from selling all this stuff was enough for food and women. So, if you don't count the clashes with "living" undead and living Welfern patrols, it was all fun. But then I was arrested and offered a choice: jail or study with Sonatta.