Nyashechka Kavai
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Hostor, weary, headed towards the tavern. No longer cautious, disregarding the local rabble and ignoring the companions sitting at a table, Redram walked to the counter.
"Father, pour me something stronger. And some meat..." the mage said in a tired voice, shaking his head to ward off sleepiness. As he did so, he noticed a girl standing beside him, the same girl who had helped them find the poor woman's home. The stranger was talking to a rather unpleasant-looking man, but Hostor didn't care. He wasn't planning on a long conversation.
"Excuse me for interrupting your conversation," Redram turned to the girl. "Thank you for helping us find the woman's home. Without you, we would have wandered around much longer. Especially with such a...burden in our hands."
