Humans may dwell here

Hearing the words about intellectual leisure, Todalenka barely restrained her laughter. Nevertheless, due to her innate curiosity, she found the prospect of looking at Dagorian literature intriguing.

Felina cast a piercing glance at her potential future companions. They didn't inspire confidence in her, nor did they cause serious concern. After a night of hunting, the cat didn't feel hungry, so she politely asked to be shown the way to the library. Perhaps there she would find something interesting.

Vsevolod, who had recently tasted meat in a nearby tavern, again felt the familiar feeling of hunger, and therefore politely accepted the invitation to the dining hall. After all, it's not about reading books. The villager was practically not trained in literacy, and the few knowledge he received from his mother allowed him to only read the simplest sentences syllable by syllable. However, this did not bother the hero at all, but he would be very happy to taste the dishes from the prince's tower.

Greg felt a rumbling in his stomach. Liarumets always moved quickly - a habit acquired from constantly fleeing from patrols - so he didn't spend much time eating during his journey to Dagor. The prospect of sitting calmly at the table and eating to his heart's content was incredibly tempting, especially since Greg couldn't read.
-Well, treat me in the dining hall, if you're not kidding.

Kregon approached the bar.
-I need food, human. Lots of food! How much money do I have to pay for it, and who are the people gathering in that corner?

Onveg approached the semi-dugout and looked at it for a long time. I wonder what kind of person lives here? And why did he choose such a burrow as a dwelling? The girl would rather sleep in the forest undergrowth than dig the ground and live in this coffin.
-Hey! - she shouted.

- Are you tired? We don't have that much luggage, - the illithid thoughtfully examined the motley architecture. - Imagine what a single spark of random flame can do in this, so to speak, "city". These people are either very stupid or very brave. Although one does not exclude the other. No, we won't rest now, we need to go to the "prince". This is the local ruler, he has a "retinue" of thugs at his disposal, who suppress any discontent with clubs and blades, in the favorite traditions of the local peoples. However, I don't see any harm in first looking at what they trade here. Local collectors like to brew various "potions", maybe we can get something. Market.

- What a hideous and primitive people, - the elf thought to himself, observing the life of the inhabitants of this city with little interest as he walked through its streets. - The houses are like dog kennels, the city square is like a pasture, the palisade is like a pen for livestock. - Continuing down the street, the sorcerer stopped at the market where he saw a couple of heroes. - Hideous and stupid oxen, only capable of doing black work. - He continued to reflect on the inferiority of the lower race, while examining the goods.