Nowaru

-- I can't possibly accept this, it's too generous of you...

- But I insist! - The Ilinarian looked with a pitiful, yet stern, gaze, not accepting any refusal.

- I'm not from around here. I came to commemorate the fallen brothers in arms. To learn about the latest events in the city. And you, it seems, are just having fun here?

- Ah... Well, hello, brother! - The warrior embraced the orc. - Come in, make yourself at home in this grove, it's the home of our common god. You see, Ironclad, - the Geirten nodded towards the already dead orc. - He refused Ansgard! Apparently, Ormhild is more in line with his warrior views. - Spitting on the corpse, he continued. - And yet, how many battles have we fought together? I never would have thought he was hanging out with such a scumbag. As for the girls, some rich guy sends them here in exchange for food or money, heh, what can you do, they're not even people. Of course, they're not a war trophy, but you can't escape the desires of nature, especially in this city of cowards. Want to join us?

-Aha, that's what it is, of course! I remember, once upon a time, many called him the "human avalanche." -Adilika took a sip of beer and grimaced. Definitely, on the Thylian Islands, they wouldn't even dare to pour such swill into the sea, lest they anger the water gods. -The brave warriors of Ilinar are winning one victory after another! -the rogue continued. -By the way, I think I saw the remains of one of the leaders of these Theosian people at the entrance to the city... Do you happen to remember the name of that prisoner captured by the messengers?

- The remains belong to Simutar, if I'm not mistaken. But I can't tell you the name of the prisoner, I don't have that information. But you'll see for yourself soon, if you're not in a hurry to leave Covellia.