Nowaru

- Well hello! I hope the food here is at least not as bland and tasteless as it looks. - Adylika approached the counter and ordered some food. - So, tell me, how are things going in your glorious capital? - she asked the tavern owner. - Is there anything interesting to tell a weary traveler?

The tavern owner poured Adylika a bowl of soup with meat and vegetables and served her a mug of beer. The first looked unappetizing, and the second had an unpleasant smell.
- A lot has happened, to be honest. For example, I heard that the "Harbingers of Death" defeated a large Teiosian army and even captured their commander, a formidable one at that. They call him... Namram... well, you get the idea. They say that during the battle, the captive fought against the leader of the Harbingers... What a fool... Now we're waiting for them to bring him to the capital for trial.

- Hmmm, - grunted Shushak and quietly headed towards the Grove.

Shushak saw the following scene: a Geartian with ferocious features was gutting a still living Orc; another Geartian, slightly older, along with his other comrades, were having fun tormenting ragged captives brought here directly from Tristram. The last one, who watched what was happening silently sharpening his sword, also stared silently at the visitor.