🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

- So what? We're warrior-poets, and beneath our rough exterior lies a depth of character. Some spend all their time reading books, others work at some company, but they haven't truly experienced real life, haven't seen the core of things.

Suddenly, Tira appears in the guys' path.
- How long are you going to make this beautiful woman wait, huh?? I almost drowned...

- Is that how you greet the victors? - Genza puts her hands on her hips. - What if we had been killed there by bad luck? Then we'll see what you would do.
She waves it off.
- He's already gone, the scoundrel. He must have realized that openly confronting the gang would be a bad move. But we asked the cashier. You know, I thought there would be some tough guy or some old antique dealer, but no, it was a fair-haired beauty, so bright it almost blinded me. She says he was a real weirdo, not some illusion, - he scratches his head. - Or maybe it just seemed that way to me, she talks so much, spouting so much nonsense that it's hard to make sense of it. One thing is clear - we've been here in this wonderful town for too long, it's time to move on. We won't make it in the morning, maybe around half-past one.
Suddenly remembering that he doesn't have any small change, he hesitates for a few seconds.
- But, guys... I'd like to quickly run to one place on my own. Maybe we can meet at the station? - He tries to assess the girl's mental state with some doubt. - Or something like that.