Divine Journey

- I know nothing about any treasure; everything I've heard are just snippets of conversations here, in this tavern.
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Having finished this threatening and mostly truthful tirade, he turned away and thanked the monk for tending to his wounds:
- It seems I was wrong about you; on behalf of my kind, I apologize.

- You haven't heard? - Fang said, slightly surprised. - So, the stories about it haven't reached your kingdom yet. They say that right here, not far from this village, there is something that could give a lot. But no one has any idea what this treasure is.
Having finished applying the alcohol-soaked cloth to the nix's skin, Fang took out a small jar of healing ointment and applied it directly to the wounds, saying:
- You may experience some minor unpleasant sensations now, but that's just the healing effect. This ointment will stop the bleeding and disinfect the wounds. Unfortunately, I don't have many bandages with me, so I'll save them for more serious injuries. You just need to try to protect the wounds from irritation and dirty places.
After applying the ointment to Siegfried's wounds, Fang turned to Daar.
"Hmm, another team assembler... - the celestial thought. - Should I join him?"
Fang stood up from the table and whispered quietly to Matthias:
- When you're done with that mage, come to me. I'll find out something from this elf.
The young man walked up to the counter and sat down next to Daar.
- Let's say I'm bored, - he said to the elf. - What do you suggest?