Nowaru

After patching up his health, Shushuk decided to go and take a look at the Kalevrit church. Maybe someone is being burned there right now. It's always interesting to observe such things.

Shushuk's path ended at the entrance to the church. He died. A priest happened to be leaving from there. Seeing the orc, he looked at him with obvious disgust.

- Have you come here to cleanse yourself of your sins, child of vice?

Rilean decided to approach and listen to what the old man was rambling about. His speeches were not to his liking, but perhaps he hadn't yet figured out how things worked.

- We must start acting! Tears and complaints about life alone will change nothing! We must take action, we must change this country, we must change the whole world... Only then will Erutenia become truly free.

After lying around for a few more minutes in a half-slumber, Mirabella grimly opened her eyes. She remembered that an important day awaited her today, so sleep no longer came.
- One-two-three, s... one-two-three, little sun... bring us joy... - a wild yawn interrupted the nursery rhyme. - ...give it to us.
The morning counting rhyme didn't help much to wake up, but Mira still got out of bed. Stretching, making her satin sheets, and performing all the necessary morning procedures, she applied a nourishing mask to her face, brewed herself some fragrant coffee with a croissant, and decided to check the important tasks planned for today in her organizer.

Having finished her morning chores, Mirabella remembered that a package from the Inner Council was supposed to be delivered to her today.