Humans may dwell here

Felina preferred to avoid large cities. But now that she was here, she thought it would be a good idea to find out what was expected of her. The girl quickly tidied herself up and headed to the prince's audience chamber.

"Well, that's how it was. Alright, goodbye," Vsevolod waved to another random acquaintance, then, grabbing his heavy gear, headed straight to the prince.

Due to her skills in ice magic, the cold weather did not cause Meretil any particular inconvenience. What did bother her were the locals: large, uncouth, and able to tolerate the local cold without the aid of magic, they constantly stared at her, and their children even pointed at her with their fingers. But there was nothing to be done – the local count, called "prince" or something similar by the Dagorians, promised a good reward for participating in the expedition. And a skilled sorceress, which Meretil considered herself to be, was guaranteed such a reward, because, as far as she could tell, mages were rare in Dagor. And even those preferred to isolate themselves in the forests, apparently trying to distance themselves from their more primitive brethren. The local mage was clearly one of them, and the girl intended, if only out of pure curiosity, to visit him. Of course, only if she had time after meeting with the prince.

The journey was not easy, but not because of the cold. Greg's homeland was not known for its warm climate either, although it was certainly much warmer. The problem was the events that had happened not so long ago. Liarumets did not feel remorse for what he had done – he only felt emptiness. How? And is that all? Had he taken revenge? Had his personal life goal been accomplished? Tormented by these thoughts, he paid almost no attention to the cold or the people around him. All that remained for him was the struggle for the liberation of Liarum. And for this, money was needed. A lot of money. Therefore, upon arriving in the city, Greg immediately went to the prince to find out whether his journey had been in vain or not.

The werewolf girl had not yet been in the city. Traveling through the forests, avoiding roads, she stumbled upon a solitary sorcerer's house and became interested in it.

After a long journey to the Dagorian city, Kragon could think of nothing but the hunger gnawing at his stomach. "Meat... juicy meat... I need to find food. In the cities of humans, food can be bought. Humans will sell anything... even what shouldn't be sold, if you give them enough shiny coins..." With these thoughts, Kragon set out in search of the nearest tavern.