Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Good food, good guys! This isn't dinner, it's a dream!

 

So, it seems things are really bad with the healers in the capital. After running errands for Master Gas for a couple of days, I'm already in demand for the Marshal's affairs. 

– What an honor! – exclaimed Ottar. – If there's such an opportunity, I am entirely at your service, sir Marshal! And where is the expedition headed, if it's not a secret?

As if he has the right to refuse... they'll send him to the far north to fight naked berserkers riding giant bears – and he'll go! Where else can he go? It seems the Marshal has something epic in mind.

- I came for a dress, - she says to the cold-loving man. Her vacant gaze methodically, without interest, examines the colorful variations until she stops at a black one. - I want this one.
She takes it and holds it up against herself, showing it to the merchant.
- Well? What do you think? - earrings also come into view. - And what if with these?

- So, what do we have...
- Three guys are sitting by the fire, and some man with a woman approaches them. Just like that, completely strangers... And they say, "Hey, guys, want to make some money?" And for good measure, they immediately start causing hallucinations... - Voldemar smirks.
- 9 silver coins for each victim... But why? The witch could have driven anyone mad herself. Why use potions, expenses, etc.?
- It's all strange. I don't believe this "guy." He was probably in on it from the start and knows the woman and her partner well. And now he's pretending to be a "victim of torture"...
- What do you think? - the question is addressed to all the "non-prisoners."
- Of course, we need to "break into" the lair, but we still don't know who or what we're dealing with...