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- It's a pity to hear that. - Bakke remembered all the joyful moments he had spent in "Risk," the pleasant company of the boisterous giant, and its exceptional cuisine, which could not be found anywhere else in Asuguh. He remembered how he repeatedly reprimanded the "colored cavaliers" for their rowdy behavior, trying to instill in their alcohol- and hirta-bile-soaked minds that their intimate escapades should be kept out of the public eye. He remembered how he had fun in the casino, playing roulette, poker, blackjack, and slots, and having a good time with Zenobia. He remembered how he constantly tried to catch Seth Goldhand in the act of committing crimes, but could never succeed. He remembered how his mood always lifted like the morning sun every time he chatted with the merchant from "Luck." He involuntarily wondered if he could have prevented all this and protected the city entrusted to him by the king if he had been like Argos or Lady? - Good job, though. I have nothing to reward you with now, so let this money serve as a substitute. - He gestures towards the "shiris savings." - And we'll deal with the city's reconstruction after the war is over.
—It's a pity. - Asmidul did not object. He himself had only visited this city in passing, and only now did he realize that behind each of the faceless numbers in his dry report, there was a separate, soulful, human memory. Someone's acquaintances, relatives, friends. Perhaps it was a good thing that this task was assigned to outsiders; it was much easier to crack the skulls of faceless enemies with empty stats than to look into the faces of people who were once close to you. - Is there any news from the main group? We could still help in some way, but for now, while my comrade counts down the hours until the transformation, I suppose all that remains for us is to brew potions, wait, and hope