Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Zurich needs to urgently get a "belly-dweller" from Gautier, before he dies on the expedition. There might not be a better opportunity. 

Not particularly upset by the fleeting fame that quickly faded, with a new sword at his belt and silver in his pocket, Cassius headed to the merchants' quarter. He is looking for a northerner who had swords with a soul and shows him the sword he received. If necessary, he pays for the assessment of the sword's soul and characteristics. 

Alex, please remind me how much a pretty young slave with good hands would cost.  

is this a prize cup or does someone drink from it?
- Truly so, only emptiness carries certainty, and before that, our life is full of chance, - the blond agreed, after thanking the constable. - 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 is also allowed to visit the Stronghold. I can assure you that, unlike me, he is dressed quite decently. 

Then go.

- So that's his plan. To win, if not physically, then mentally, - the Lady assesses the defeated Gunnlaug (to whom, at the time of his sparring matches, a separate, fun, but with notes of artistry and melancholy melody was indeed assigned, which would be too difficult to find at the moment), then glances at the loquacious vagrant. - And is that allowed? I mean, magic. It turns out that everyone else put sticks in their own wheels by not using it. What a clever guy, he figured it out, cut the wings of the tough fighters and showed them their real place, - half-closed eyes with satisfaction absorbed the frustration of some of the spectators and participants. - Isn't this "not always everything is decided in life"? But I don't see the silent one here. My ribbon is crying.