A dusty refrigerator.

Wistrit walked through the dark streets of the Haiflod district, which had a very bad reputation. His body ached slightly from a night well spent, but the surge of energy from dancing with an enraged gnome overshadowed everything. Now he needed to meet someone, and then he could return to the Haven and take a nap for an hour, or even two... fatigue would eventually make itself felt, but for now, adrenaline kept him awake.
Lost in thought, gazing at the top of the tower of a local mage, Wistrit almost bumped into a man in a wide-brimmed hat, catching himself at the last moment. The man was examining a gleaming rapier in the dim light, a weapon of excellent quality. Wistrit was willing to bet it had been forged only the day before. Perhaps even the wizard had a hand in its creation... the strange glow emanating from it hinted at this. But where did a man in a worn cloak get the money for such a thing? Only the wealthy could afford something like that.
After pondering the rapier for a while, the white-haired man switched to reading the signs; he hadn't been here in quite some time, and he didn't want to miss the right house.
Finally, he reached his destination. An unremarkable two-story stone house, above the door was engraved a symbol known to a select few.
- Finally... - Wistrit whispered and went inside.
He found himself in a narrow corridor with a single door at the end and a spiral staircase leading to the second floor. He knew he was being watched; that was always the case here. He went upstairs and approached the young man sitting at a round table.
- I want to see Neira.
- Who are you?
- My name is Wistrit.
The young man left for a moment, then returned and sat down at the table.
- The second-to-last door on the left.
The white-haired man headed there. It had been a long time since he had seen her...

Cash was examining his flawless rapier; he couldn't take his eyes off it for over an hour. There wasn't another like it, and there probably wouldn't be.
He didn't know who he was waiting for yet... he had been promised that they would find him, given an address, a couple of names. After receiving some equipment and this rapier, he had to wait...
He took a deep breath and lit his pipe.
Wait. After finishing his pipe, he returned to the table in the tavern.

- Listen! I'm not going to run away.
- Sir White Lizard, I'm not holding you by the collar.
- You're following me, literally!
- That's what the rules require; you're a bit suspicious.
- How so?
- I haven't seen you here before.
White Lizard said nothing. There was no point in arguing, especially since he was innocent.
And why did this moderator get involved? He could have stayed in his cozy mansion, drinking wine, but no...
Fortunately, they were almost at their destination: the Temple of Her Holiness.
- Prepare to enter the abode of kindness, - White Lizard murmured, captivated.
The carved wooden doors opened. The temple was filled with light, warmth, and pleasant floral scents. In the center was a fountain decorated with a statue of the goddess, and around it, at a considerable distance, were benches arranged in a semicircle. The stained-glass windows were enchanting in their beauty, and neat frescoes depicted the goddess's wondrous deeds: here she defeats a troll, here she saves peasants.
- Oh! You're just in time! - The temple caretaker, who appeared from nowhere, exclaimed joyfully. - The others will be here soon.
The caretaker smiled, radiating an aura of joy and harmony.
- I didn't think there were places like THIS, - Zubr whispered to White Lizard.
- You haven't seen the main thing yet, - the latter replied.
The temple began to fill with people. The temple of the goddess of kindness, Annasophia, was never empty.