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Near one of the city squares, a strange, hunched old man had been standing for several days. His long hair, hanging over his face, was covered in dirt, as were the baggy rags he was wrapped in. He stood close to the busiest place and quietly chanted:
-- Gentlemen, I haven't eaten in six days... Please give something to a former mage of the guild...
And a meager tear rolled down his cheek.
At the same time, his thoughts were of a different nature:
"They're back again, they just want to come and laugh at the old man! Well, no one will watch, I'll show you, you unfinished observers! Ooooh, it's so hot in these rags, worn over my robe... I should have taken it off first, but never mind, at least they won't steal it."

Henelion was, in a way, "lucky" - none of the many residents of the city demanded that the guard remove the old man, either no one cared about him, or they were simply too lazy to do it. But luck turned to him not only once, as he managed to collect as many as 231 paper linears.
- Poor fellow. - A man said with great sadness in his voice, approaching the sorcerer. - How unfair is this country, if it allows people to starve!

"Well, I really don't like looking for anyone, it's so boring!" - the rogue said to herself, or whispered quietly, as she walked along one of the central streets of Covellia. "Why can't they just give me all the information at once, huh..."
With these thoughts, Adilika headed to the city tavern, because, as everyone knows, it is there that you can get the most valuable information and the most delicious food.

The tavern in Tristram could not only, but most likely, disappoint the dangerous and energetic traveler. In addition to random travelers and stingy merchants, the majority of visitors consisted of tired workers who came to rest after a hard day's work. It could not be said that they were having fun, on the contrary - they sat either alone or in small groups, silently eating and drinking, or discussing the latest events in the world without much enthusiasm. But even that was not all - when Adilika entered, only the tavern owner, standing behind the counter, paid attention to her, the other visitors did not even glance at the beauty.

- Thanks, buddy! - said Shushuk, patting the man on the shoulder.
He did not pay attention to his dismissive attitude. The orc has never been particularly bothered by verbal attacks directed at him, unless he just wanted to punch someone in the face.
Shushuk decided to go to the Warriors of Ansgar. To ask for a blessing from Ansgar, to remember his comrades, to find out useful information, and, of course, to have a drink.

The Temple of Ansgar turned out to be a small grove on the territory of Kurtia. The "entrance" was not guarded by anyone, and no one greeted Shushuk, but he heard someone's cries, moans, and laughter coming from there.

Added 10 minutes ago

Having arrived in Covellia, Tirza immediately went to the sentry, to the coliseum. From the stories of merchants, she already knew about the existence of this place in the capital. And the girl was eager to quickly cross her sword with someone other than the soft-bodied Illiaran bandits.

There she learned that the following events were planned in the coming days: an archery competition, a magical duel, chariot races at the hippodrome, javelin throwing, and, of course, a grand tournament.
- That's it, - the Illiaran guy, who was in charge of providing information and registering participants, finished explaining to her.

First, Rum Kon headed to the Thaosian dragon, because he had already heard a lot about it from his master, but the cry: "Gifts of Arcadia" attracted the attention of the novice hero.

Rumke was met by a fat, mustached man in an expensive coat.
- How can I help you, sir...?

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