Dal Shabet

- By the way, when exactly did the symptoms of poisoning appear?

-It was a long time ago, Gaheej. - Ratislav replied. -It seems that during our first expedition north, the commander already looked ill, but I thought it was just an illness, not poisoning.

- As far as I remember, this man has already killed unsuspecting targets twice, I don't see anything that could stop him from doing it a third time. War has taught me not to judge a book by its cover, and in this case, I mean that we should not underestimate him just because he is missing an arm and an eye. As for the events in D'har Shabier, have you ever thought that if you hadn't robbed the Sorceress's house, none of this would have happened? As for the natives, as a military man, I don't feel any pity for them, even though they are just defending their home. On the other hand, I am simply surprised by the absurdity of this idea.

-You are right, Roger. Adrian could have killed the commander just as easily as that crazy inventor could have. But notice, he could have done it earlier, much earlier, and his murders were not in vain. After all, the first was the one who attacked Gaheej, and the second was the talking plant that devoured people and bit off his arm.
-And don't tell me again that we shouldn't have touched the witch's house. If I could turn back time, I would not only destroy everything in her hut, but I would also wait for her personally to fight her. And even if I died, I would die as a true warrior, fighting evil.