🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

Genza taps his forearm and sighs, then finally nods: - You certainly know how to talk someone into something; you have charisma off the charts. I hope they won't be upset if they find out that the result was achieved this way. After a moment of hesitation, and making sure no one is around: - Let me tell you what I know. The beauty imprisoned in the sands is indeed part of this story, - he shows a photo. - Have you seen her? A witch-florist. We need to extract her from this imprisonment and deliver her to Asuguh. I don't know why, but I suspect it might be related to the current geopolitical situation. They might want to acquire her support; they won't waste their time on some small fry. Please, don't ask me who exactly; I'm already pushing the limits of what's acceptable. Besides, it's not that important; almost any guess could be close to the truth. Let's just say this is a mission in the interests of Asuguh. In any case, she doesn't need to rot in Calcite. So... she definitely won't go willingly, and even if she did, it would be difficult to explain at the checkpoint. I also don't rule out the possibility that we're not the only ones with this task, which means we need to get ahead of them. But there is a way to transport her - through an abandoned tunnel under the wall on the border. And to get to it, we'll have to fight our way through the sands. Four light bodies, and such a heavy load - you understand, it's not an easy task, but it must be done. If not us, then no one. He puts the photo away. - So, that's the whole story. Listening to it from the outside, it seems like we're just as bad as the local cannibals. But I believe in the guys and in Asuguh. Even if this is wishful thinking, and I'm wrong in all my assumptions, I can't let this chance slip away. These are the times the Anuzish wheel has thrown us into.