Sylvester Archipelago

-What an interesting assortment you have! - Tiberius forced himself to say, frantically considering his plan of action. Back on the ship, he was calm and resolute, but now he was incredibly scared. "And why did I even agree to this adventure..."

- Oh, and the custom-made items I create! You wouldn't believe it! But, of course, they aren't cheap. By the way! I don't just trade in weapons, - said the mustachioed man, and with his eyes, he pointed to Elisael. - What do you think of her? Huh? Do you like her? Lord Atamus said I can do whatever I want with her, as long as I don't maim her. He said she has seriously misbehaved and now has to work it off. I don't really know why he didn't send her to a brothel. For a modest fee, you can have some fun with her, - Elisael's patience was at its limit; it was clear that she was about to snap. - Even all three of you at once! Yes, darling? You've done that before. Did you like it? It's almost the same as polishing swords, right? - he said and burst out laughing. But Elisael's patience finally snapped. She drew a small sword that was hanging on the master's belt and slashed it across Krizanor's throat. Blood splattered on those standing in front of the counter. The master began to clutch his throat and groan. He leaned against the counter and slowly slid to the floor. After that, Elisael struck him with the sword another ten times.

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[I'm reading the blacksmith's thoughts now. Trying to find out about the ambush and everything.]

He has dirty thoughts...