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Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

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Having reached the basement, Voldemar and the witch hear strange clanging, moans, and cries coming from within...
-- Holy void, -- Gita hides behind her master, just in case. -- Maybe we should just forget about it, huh?

Added 21 minutes ago
Heroist
Orders an upgrade for the new armor from the armorer, an upgrade for the balance from the weaponsmith, and then heads to the church.
This morning, the human flow moves in unison, as if an unknown puppeteer is pulling each person in this city along at the same time. The dregs slowly crawl out of basements and alleys, the townsfolk briskly shuffle their feet, the wealthy drag the tails of their cloaks and robes, but they all move in a single stream towards the church, forgetting in the silent rhythm of steps and the touch of shoulders their differences and themselves.

Hargen arrives at the massive building surrounded by graves as one of the first. The church attendant gestures for him to go inside, but it is not necessary -- several dozen pits were dug in the ground for those who wanted to rest. And stay there, if there is no reason or desire to leave the hospitable embrace of the grave.

Added 3 minutes ago
AstralLein
Great, only normal guys are left, and not a single Voidling.

Ottar asks the foreign merchants at the market about the demand for unique books of Void content. At the same time, he explains his motivation to his companion: you never know, maybe he'll get lucky. If not, they will go to another place where the chances are higher, but so are the tastes of the potential buyer.
Since the Northerners and Legranians were all illiterate, the only one who could satisfy Ottar's interest was the Silvanian bookseller.
-- Hmm... We don't have much demand for that. I wouldn't give more than ten silver for it -- and that's in the best case. You should have put it up for auction yesterday...
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers