Erthenia

Raphael runs to his horse and looks to see if anyone else is coming out of the church besides Ignatius.

The parishioners run after him.
Five of them have random items as weapons (you know, the ones you can pick up anywhere and use to hit someone on the head).
Three have one-handed swords and medium armor.
One of them is wearing a robe.
One is in heavy armor with a two-handed sword.
One is in heavy armor, with a shield and a mace.
Three have simple knives.
The monks, paladin, and Xalla are still inside.

-- And then?

- And then will be then.

- Agreed! Then my wish is to ask you another question. And get an honest answer!

- Okay, ask away.

After staring at one point and smiling into emptiness, Ji Ling abruptly stood up from her seat, intending to personally participate in the fun.

In the fighters' guild, Ji Ling encountered a swarthy man around 45-50 years old. This was Lance Kimberhart, grandmaster of the Illian fighter's guild (the main one in the country).

He looked assessingly at the Sorceress, and then calmly asked what she wanted. Upon learning that the girl wanted to sign up for a fight, he was somewhat surprised.
- It's your business whether or not I try to dissuade you, but I will warn you: it might hurt during the process. If you win, you'll receive 50 silver coins. You can only use ordinary equipment," - Lance nodded towards the armory, where you could find weapons and armor to suit any taste, "you cannot kill opponents, you cannot use spells or anything else. Do you understand?

- Oh well, tough luck, buddy! - James slapped the curly-haired guy on the shoulder. - I almost bet on you, good thing I didn't! I made twenty off you, ha-ha! Okay, don't be upset, let me buy you a drink.

- A drink is always good, bro. Don't you want to compete with me?