Evening is here... Joe Hangins will be coming soon; he had a grandson today... I need to congratulate the old man... Ryska! Put the pots on the stove... Oh, and who is this strange fellow? I hope he isn't a real ghoul... Although, a real ghoul wouldn't get past the silver cross at the entrance – it would definitely make him wet himself... But this one seems alright...
— Good evening, honorable sir... Is the inn still open?
— Why would it be closed, my good man? Of course, it's open!
— That's good... Well, never mind. A mug of the best ale! And a steak, rare! I'll be staying for a while... How much do I owe you?
— Don't worry about it! You can pay when you leave!
— Alright... *brr... what a strange visitor.* Do you have rooms for the night?
— Of course! And they're cheap – 1 silver coin. (off-game – Magnus, a silver coin is a lot of money.)
— I'll think about it...
*Tengro Ark*
Excellent. The ghost mentioned something about a table in the far corner and that someone would contact me... We'll wait. But this habit of putting a cross at the entrance... brr-r. *I sit down at the table, and they bring me lunch; I eat...*


"Мы не герои. Мы сильны. Мы упрямы. Мы стараемся соблюдать условия контракта. Но мы не умираем за проигравших." Костоправ
"Мы не поклонники честной игры, если ее можно избежать. Девиз Отряда – максимальная эффективность при минимальном риске." Костоправ