RPG on the Portal.

There wasn't a soul around us anymore. All the onlookers had scattered, probably sensing that something was about to happen, when two demons suddenly appeared out of nowhere and were struck down by my new acquaintance. With a sword on my back, I was the only one left, and there was no doubt about what the guard had said about me. These guards! They'll blame the first person they see for every sin, but they won't admit that demons are roaming the streets of Irrilot, attacking peaceful (and not-so-peaceful) residents. Never mind, I can't start a bloodbath here – these thoughts flashed through my mind in a split second, and my legs were already carrying me towards the tavern entrance. I'll have to use a spell that I always try to keep ready in populated areas (because people are prone to all sorts of rash actions, and if I were to behead every such idiot, I could wipe out half the city) – the spell of forgetfulness. I cast it on everyone in the tavern, feeling a wave of weakness and nausea (-20 HP – there were too many people, and the spell will likely leave most of them with vague memories of this morning), and I approach the guard – the very one who was talking about me. "So, what is it, sir?" I say to him. "You wanted to sell me your dagger, didn't you?" And I hand him 12 gold coins. "What? Oh, yes, yes," he replies, slightly puzzled, but nevertheless grabbing the coins and handing me the dagger. As I leave the tavern and catch a slightly surprised look from Novizard, I say, "I'm not just good with a sword." But we need to get out of here quickly; the spell was a bit off – there were too many targets. You said we needed to go to Hikamu, so let's go. A dark elf, who had been watching the scene from one of the nearby houses, smirked with satisfaction. We traveled through the entire city without any problems, but at the city gates, we were stopped by the guards. One of them stepped forward and said: ............