Dal Shabet

The guy scrutinized Amos with his eyes and said, "Nine hundred and fifty."

- Alright, let's make it nine hundred to round it off. Buy your wife some trinket, or take your son to Sanex, or just have a good time at a tavern. Have you heard what's happening in the outer districts of Shabete? "Black Ice" has intensified surveillance and control; soon, you won't be able to find a decent wizard even if you look during the day. Personally, I haven't seen a single dark mage in the last three years. They're really tightening the screws, those bastards! It's only a matter of time before they outlaw all magic and come to Nevermore with their own rules. And what's the point of waiting? They already have agents all over the city. They'll come to your place pretending to be customers, and you'll have an unfinished dark magic treatise lying around. Then they'll arrest you or do something even worse. Have you seen the flyers? They burned down "Magic Paradise"! They say it was some kind of robber or something, yeah, right! Do you believe that? I'm telling you, it was a raid. The bosses are lining their pockets, and they've gotten complacent. And this is what's happening. I'm telling you the truth – let's go with nine hundred; I'm giving you my last money, brother.