Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

-- Wow, he must be expensive, -- the witch tried to pat Oben on the head, but he wasn't inclined to interact with elderly red-haired witches and, deftly dodging, hurried to explore the room.

- No-no... He only recognizes his master! So keep your paws away, or he'll bite! I'll be the one feeding him from now on!

-- It's fine. I spent about six hours.

"Ha! In that time, I managed to train with the constable for 8 hours and spend another 3 hours at the auction. And you spent 6 hours? Ah... the doctor is busy, I understand... patients, prescriptions..." thought Voldemar, but said nothing, only smiling slightly...

I convinced the seneschal that you would be unhappy if your slave was hungry, thin, and sick. She wanted to get us some rich rooms with a fireplace, but they sent her away.

"You might as well have asked for a palace with servants for the night..."

- And did you happen to ask for a meal for me at the same time? Because the market is probably already closed... we didn't make it...