🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

The thief lay on the bed and waited for Aristarchus.

"Interesting reading, isn't it? I come across things like this quite often."

The brazen rogue unceremoniously drained a bottle of ale. Strangely enough, his own.

Of course, his own. Whose else would it be? After all, Aristarchus is a "pathological teetotaler" and has never had any ale...

Aristarchus took up a "position" as far away from the thief as possible and kept an eye on his pockets...

"It was a pleasure doing business with you, sir. If I need 'help' again, I will definitely contact you! Can you give me your address?" – Aristarchus' words were accompanied by a malicious grin...

"So..."
"First, I didn't promise to reward you with a house or a bed. So quickly free it up and return the blanket."
"Second, the agreement wasn't about supplies, but 8 crystals and potions. So I also expect those supplies back..."
"You have already received 2 crystals, and I am ready to hand over another 4 right now, as promised. The remaining 20 barter points are the price for me forgetting that something went missing. Does that work?"

"Or you won't see any more crystals, nor such an honest and reliable 'client', regardless of whether I'm alive or dead. Do you understand?"
"And I think we may still have opportunities for 'mutually beneficial cooperation'. And not just once. The information is too interesting..." - he waves the diary.