Nowaru

"Only if the head at the entrance truly belongs to Zimudar, and the war is not going in our favor" - the warrior thought, smirking inwardly upon hearing about serving in the Illinar legions. It seemed she had to wait for her first battle. After learning about the start date of the Tournaments and the first battles, she headed to the guild.

At the entrance to the guild, Tirzu was stopped by a red-skinned orc. He was somewhat larger than his fellow orcs, and the same could be said about the two-handed axe on his back. - I don't remember you. Are you looking for work?

At the same time, he listened to the visitors, hoping to hear something interesting.

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- Thirty linears a day. Thirty linears a day! - A bearded man covered his eyes with his palm. - Hour after hour, day after day, work, work, work, work... And all this for thirty linears a day!
- I understand you, buddy, - another man put his hand on the shoulder of his comrade in misfortune. - And if that were all our problems, eh...
- Don't even get me started... I still don't know what to do with my ungrateful wife...
- What's wrong with her?
- Well, I found out that she's been sneaking off to visit a rich guy from Cererum... What should I do, what should I do... Oh, my beloved wife.
- You don't say... May the gods forgive me, I was so envious of you when you married her, she seemed so beautiful to me.
- And indeed, you don't often see such beauties in Tristram.
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