Sylvester Archipelago

The warriors pray to the same god.

But what if someone's prayer was longer?

— I honestly don't know, — Odd admitted, — I didn't get too close, and you can't tell from afar – she has a sack on her head.

— That's how it is, — Sarael sighed heavily. Considering what happened at the estate, walking around the city at this time might be risky, and his yesterday's conversation with the slave left him with only an unpleasant aftertaste, not to mention what followed. Nevertheless, he was curious; perhaps today's outing would be more beneficial than yesterday's. — You've piqued my interest. Would you like to keep me company? Let's take a closer look. — The elf smiled. — No one buys a pig in a poke, so they'll have to take the sack off eventually.