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Great and Terrible! Will you pay attention to the mercenary who completed the task and came for the reward???

I woke up in a pile of some straw from an overturned cart...
I see people starting to rock the Prison wagon that rolled in along with me... The wagon tips over, a little imp falls out of it and dashes frantically across the pavement... the crowd chases after him with shouts... then Priests appear from the cathedral and grab the imp.. people try to reach the imp themselves, but knights block their path... a fight breaks out... meanwhile, the priests quickly light a bonfire (luckily, there's no need to search for fire) and douse the poor fellow with holy water...
- Our people are being beaten! - I thought, and already began to devise a rescue plan for the poor guy...
Suddenly I saw a monster hunter... Urgash take me, that's Tanegark... ugh Tengro gloom... well, in general, I could never remember his name... and as luck would have it, I always called him that after smoking a portion of Krasavka... washed down with orcish swill... or something else... Damn him to eternal torment, Askha!
Yes, my friend, there were times... I drift thoughtfully into memories...
Suddenly, a wild noise of flapping wings is heard... mother of mine, begone Askha! A whole crowd of Archangels... is it spring for them??? Are they flying south??? Don't they have anything better to do over there with Elrath than to swarm a poor vampire, a little imp, a swordsman, and a peasant with such a crowd! Such kind souls, they gave everyone a thrashing... didn't offend anyone...
The angels fly away, I summon an imp, and without climbing out from under the hay... I send him on reconnaissance...
but the priests were no fools... and they sensed the magic... they caught the little imp and back onto the bonfire...
- Father, you old lecher, am I hallucinating??? Or as the ganja-smoking mages call it, Deja Vu? The imp is put on the bonfire... drenched in holy water... just like in the script... I've seen this somewhere, damn it...
Then a crowd of thug-bogatyrs and psycho-mages tumble out of the prison... they smash all the guards and priests against the nearby lamp posts... there's some other little imp with them... and they all return back to the cells...
I climb out from under the cart and the townspeople notice me... with shouts of "there he is, the devil!" they rush after me... not being a fool, I race toward a more or less peaceful part of the city... the Stronghold... For the emperor will protect his loyal servant...
[I am, after all, a well-known patiman and DJ... In Illoran, they once gave me a bag of silver for a month-long tour! (though I drank it all in one day with that WuJin... the guy knows how to party... our kind of person!) Here I entertained the public, fulfilled a government order... for which, by the way, I was never paid! I honestly tried to calm the crowd...]
- No, I definitely need to talk to the Emperor and demand my money! My time is expensive, for your information!
- I thought, overtaking the coachman on a turn... the crowd didn't fall behind... here are the gates of the inner stronghold... the guards notice us and clearly begin preparing for our arrival... I shout in a calm, hysterical voice... maintaining my composure...
- HELP!!! THE STAR IS BEING KILLED!!!

I'm still waiting and have already drained my third mug of ale. "Bartender, give me one more little mug!"

So they let me through... and now what? Probably - must go to the palace, which is exactly what I did.

As-skha the All-Merciful!
STOP!
If these were Imperials — they would have just opened the door... OURS? And if not? What if they have a mages' rebellion, for example, or a tightening of undead torture? And rebels are breaking down the door to kill me? It's worrying...
I stand to the left of the doors (WITHOUT TOUCHING ANYTHING), draw my blades, extend my fangs, recall the Poison formula... Suddenly the door finally breaks...

"Great idea" - I say, thank goodness there's a mage on the ship!... but suddenly a... gremlin comes running... and reports that we are being pursued... "freezing will only add extra weight to the ship!!" - I say "but it's up to you," I fall to my knees and pray to the divine wind Kamikaze.....