🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Following with his eyes the incomprehensible movements between the former Citadel rivals, he returns to the conversation:
- Come on, "John." My life has turned out in such a way that I have many names and nicknames; sometimes, I feel that if I look in the mirror, I might forget my original one. But I chose this for myself, according to my heart. ...That "eager" pawnbroker always undervalues things excessively. Otherwise, how would he stay in business? - John Zibab ibn Abbas, who knows the situation in Ruzianel firsthand, rubs his forehead. He gathers his thoughts, trying to rephrase his words in a convincing way, but it's not easy with an intelligence of one and without specialized education, so he decides to say it as it is. - Maybe you think I bet on that guy to make a profit. To throw coins around and catch admiring glances from women, to sip cactus smoothies on the way to the casino. I wish it were that simple - to live with my mistakes and successes, to work in the mine, to relax in a bar, that would be a wonderful story. These pups hanging around me - I know them. And I have to drag them by the scruff of their necks across the desert and return them safe and sound. The sands are harsh and require special treatment, but the local merchant is greedy to the point of madness. Besides, I still don't know what happened to the girl. So, my answer is simple - to survive myself and not let them perish.