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Ruzaniel is a glorious place, a whole city in harmony with the third Calcite goddess. Ushumgallu wonders again – why is he considered a follower of Nammu Ai, when he has always revered Shiris, if not less, then at least not much less? Is it not because he was simply lucky enough to be in the capital before Ruzaniel? Or perhaps he didn't want to fall behind Honor? Or is it that the aura of calm, gentle power and inexhaustible life energy resonated more deeply in the young man's soul than the blind whims of fortune? Yes, one's own soul is no less important than another's darkness, especially when one doesn't shine with either spirit or intellect. A bottle of wine is needed to sort this out.
But first and foremost, it's not the temple or the restaurant, but rather finding a place to stable the horse and arrange for lodging.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers