Arandor
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The Constable, not entirely pleased with having to leave his comfort zone, approaches Sandar – no longer burdened by armor, wearing a doublet and holding a goblet in his hand.
– My congratulations. An unusual technique! Many wouldn't approve, but considering the incredibly low chance of encountering a mage and a master of hand-to-hand combat simultaneously at the Arran tournament... Everyone has learned a lesson: that any effort, status, and equipment can crumble at the whim of the great Void, simply because fate has dealt a one-in-a-thousand chance of failure. However, I'm not here for philosophy. Influential people have been following your successes, and tonight you are invited to Stronghold.
- Indeed, only the void brings certainty, and before that, our lives are full of chance, - the blonde agreed, thanking the constable beforehand. - I accept the invitation from such respected people, but I would like to ask for a favor. The fact is that my comrade travels with me, and I would be very grateful if he would also be allowed to visit Stronghold. I can assure you that, unlike me, he is dressed quite decently.
Be strong. Believe