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Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

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AstralLein

Oh, really? But it's still empty!

– I'm a healer, and true healers are altruists; they help everyone out of principle, – Ottar shrugged. – That's why we only have a few healers in our city. Few people like to help... And as for the ten, he won't give any more. It's a specific case, not a General one. Alright, let's go to the trading district. Maybe we'll find a better offer, and we'll save this one for a last resort.

The lazy Bloodsucker says goodbye to the Silenthian bookworm and goes where he said he would.

In the trading district, besides the deserted market and the foreign merchants they just visited, only the academy and the bathhouse remain. Which of these places will Ottar visit?

Added 2 minutes ago
Злобный Ящур
Are those his "friends," Cassius and the northerner, beating each other up? And is Rigobert watching?
Since the visibility from the middle of the corridor isn't very good, and it's difficult to make out the faces of the fighters in the heat of battle, Voldemar can tell that these two look like his acquaintances, but he can't be completely sure.

Added 21 minutes ago
Heroist
Hargen dons a cloak. Bowing his head, he brings a finger to his lips and, with a silent gesture, acknowledges the all-consuming power of the void. After that, he follows the others down the stairs.
The only torch illuminating the Dungeon is held in the hand of a motionless figure in black. The servant stands opposite the entrance, and the abyss yawns behind him – a gigantic pit, so deep that the torch can only illuminate its edge before the darkness swallows its light. The passersby split up; most go to the left, disappearing behind a massive door, while others walk to the right, as if vanishing directly into the gray stone. Seeing that Hargen doesn't quite understand what this means, the man with the torch gestures for him to approach. – If your faith is weak, you shouldn't descend into the abyss, – he warns, his voice as gray as the stone, devoid of emotion or even intonation, pointing to the well. – Get lost in the labyrinth if you seek truth, – he points to the left. – Rest in the hall if you seek peace, – to the right. – But if neither of these things matters to you, I will help you descend.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers