🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

—Hello. I will only take up a small portion of your time. My name is Asmidul. I am a volunteer and I am helping to conduct an investigation on behalf of the theologians in connection with the current situation. We are investigating cities for dangerous items that may be related to, for example, the Haranian necromancers, and so on. One of the closed shops in your city shows such a presence. Can I count on your help in this matter? All I need is literally five minutes to inspect the premises and record the data. You would be very helpful to our common good cause. —raises a finger somewhere towards the top of the Asuguh hierarchy.

- Sometimes life hits you hard, and even repeatedly, - he grimaced, rubbing his own. - It was a disgrace when that guy surrendered in the semi-finals to a frail girl, without even taking up a weapon. It's one thing to lose, it's another to deliberately give up, - his hand rests on the radiant hilt and clenches it until his fingers turn white (which could be seen if it weren't in a glove). - I'm used to one strike and it's over, but here my eyes just blurred. You'd think these aliens have eight arms.
Not immediately realizing that it had been said twice, he shifts his gaze from her face to her sword, and then back to her face.
- I might have misheard. Do you mean alien? But how is that possible? - he turns to the man. - How is it not possible?