-- I see you're preparing for a journey. Excellent, -- the marshal says, gesturing for the expedition members to gather together while the auctioneers are distracted. In a simple black coat and with a modest retinue of two soldiers, he remains almost unnoticed at this celebration of gambling and mercantilism, and no one is currently interested in him. -- So, what are your ideas? I can give you a little advance from the treasury if it's a worthwhile venture. The main thing is to buy a barrel.
- Honestly, I'd rather buy some decent armor and a sword, sir. I saw them at the merchants'. But with reinforcement and polishing, it will cost about twenty gold... - Vol demar replies with a sigh.
-- Sir Baron... -- Amalia interrupts Cassius, nodding towards the marshal. -- May I address the commander?
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт