Arandor
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The gray walls and the gray faces of the guards in their gray armor greet Sandar and Aidan with the warmth of very distant and unloved relatives. If it weren't for the reassuring presence of the Void within the almost deserted walls of the castle, such a reception might have affected their sanity. A servant leads them to the marshal without unnecessary formalities.
-- Welcome, -- the marshal sits at an oak table in a room that is slightly more richly decorated than the rest of the fortress's halls. -- In the short time you spent in the arena, Sandar, your combat skills became obvious, and, if I may say so, your material need as well. And I am ready to offer you a task where the former can be of great use, and the reward will be such that the latter will no longer bother you. Do you consider yourself a brave man?
- Bravery is useless when your heart has long embraced the Void, - the mage replied without irony. - As for the tasks, I am used to making decisions based on the essence, not the size of the reward.
The artist sat silently, trying to appear as if he agreed with his companion, although in his heart this was not the case, despite his sincere efforts. Aidan was not a brave man, and he did not like the ascetic lifestyle, so he would not refuse large sums of money and power.
Be strong. Believe