"What's sweeter – horseradish or radish?" thought Voldemar.
"Gambling is evil, but alcohol is even less desirable... I'll go to the players..."
He walks over to the dice players as a "spectator"...
-- Hey, buddy, -- the Warrior shouts to Voldemar, noticing him. -- You look like a brave one. Wanna play? First round, small stakes.
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Hargen was used to diverse company; during his years of wandering, he had seen high lords, workers, soldiers, and the poor. Each, adorned with ethnic and class labels, ostentatiously displayed their chests decorated with imaginary orders: "I am a lord, and my place is at the head of the table"; "I am from a distant relative and a lordly clan – I will take a seat a little further away"; "I was only invited from the retinue's guest room, and my place is to linger near the exit"; "Well, I am just a servant, not a person at all, and therefore I must bustle between the tables, like a hungry dog."
—Thank you. —the berserker takes a goblet and moistens his philosophical reflections with sweet drink. —Apart from observing the festivities unfolding in the city, I have no other business. I am ready to help in whatever way I can and in whatever is needed.
-- Come to me with this problem, -- Jarl Sigurd interjects.
-- And finally, you can simply hunt dangerous creatures together with Gautier... That is, Sir de Charny, also known as the Scarlet Knight – I think you noticed him at the feast. Which is closer to you? Let me tell you right away, I won't be able to send my people on the first mission, so you will need the help of members of the expedition or other talented people – not only in combat.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers