A dusty refrigerator.

Vistrit entered the room; nothing had changed – the same dim lighting, the faint glow of the lamps, the ornate table piled high with various maps and scrolls, maps on the walls, scraps of paper with notes, and a portrait of the former moderator, Highflood, riddled with knife holes.
- Neira..., - Vistrit called out.
Deciding not to wait for her to deign to come out to him, the guest walked through the low archway into the second part of the office.
- Gods... why weren't you crushed by a rock that happened to fall from the mountains?..
- Hello, - Vistrit said with a smile. - Haven't I been missed?
Neira rose from a stack of books and slammed a heavy tome shut.
- I don't want to see you here, - Neira said angrily.
Then, pushing the guest aside, she walked out. Vistrit followed her.
- Just a small thing.
- A small thing?! - she said without turning around. - Because of this "small thing," I was running from the guards for three months! Three months!
They headed to another room; Neira kicked the door open and entered without waiting for her old acquaintance. The room was too bright; a fireplace was burning, and in the middle stood a small table with a teapot and cups.
- Why, why did you need that trinket? - Neira stammered nervously, sipping tea from a small cup.
- I needed it, very much.
- And I didn't need it! I didn't need the trouble!
Vistrit remained silent, looking at an interesting painting on the wall: five knights in heavy armor killing a dragon, with a mage helping them.
- Have some.
- No, thank you, what if it's a sleeping potion?..
- Fool and egoist, - the hostess took a sip from her cup. - Confess, did you steal that medallion?
- What medallion?..
- Pfft... you're boring, you couldn't even steal that trinket... you can't do anything on your own!
Neira left the room, and a minute later, she returned with a piece of paper.
- Read this.
It was a copy of an order to the city guard, stating that all suspicious visitors to the city should be detained, and those entering and leaving Highflood should be thoroughly checked.
- Turn it over.
On the other side was a copy of a letter to the ruler of Highflood, stating that a strange medallion "must be returned at any cost."
- Hmm?
- The ruler of the second city, Quert Ytsukengshsh, let this little thing slip, or rather, his wife, Fyva. It's unclear why he displayed it so carelessly if it's so important..., - Neira mused.
The second city, a city of thieves and bandits, can be said to be part of Herwood's lands under a peace agreement. A strange city; everyone knows what it is, but they can't do anything about it.
- So that's why the guards are so agitated.
- Exactly, - Neira put the empty cup on the table. - And I want to get that medallion.

Entering his room, Cash found a map on the table, pinned to it with a knife. "Wait here" was scrawled next to a small, neat cross.
- It's time to gather the troops, - Cash muttered.