Nowaru

I see, instead of a main quest or a personal quest, I'm being given some side job.
Under normal circumstances, Nuesh wouldn't take on such a trivial task, but right now, he could use the extra money. He caught the eye of the unfortunate man and gave him a meaningful wink, playing with his knife.

- What do you want? - asked the man, leaving his companions and approaching the scorpion-man. Maybe he guessed what the stranger was going to offer him, or maybe not, but he wasn't in a hurry to talk about it directly.

"Yeah, right." - the assassin whistled, entering the room. "Even their hideouts are pathetic. I bet the information merchants will be the same."

Inside, several people were playing cards, but when they saw the visitor, they immediately became wary.
- You know how to move well. - noticed a thin and short man with a shaved head and piercing eyes. - Either that, or I'll break the fingers of those who slack off. - he added with an inappropriate smile. - Who am I talking to?..

No, it's better to get rid of him. He's not really needed. The Melchorian looked around, thinking about where to do it with the most benefit. His gaze stopped on a building with a sign that read "Halgard's Forge," and he went inside.

Recently, large businesses have almost completely displaced individual blacksmiths in major Ilnar cities, but Halgard's Forge employed only one person - a muscular Ilnar man of middle age, with gray-blue eyes and long gray hair.
- Welcome to Halgard's Forge, sir, - Meltareta greeted the sturdy young man, who looked to be about 15-16 years old, - how can we help you?

-- Thank you very much! I... I don't know if I can ask this, but as a guest, can I eat alone in the presence of the host? Will you share a meal with me?
"I wonder what he really is. Does he possess magic, and if so, what kind?" - Raymond thought, looking at his benefactor. If there's a chance to use "analyze" now, I will. If it doesn't work without a fight, then okay.

- Of course, I'll share it with my guest. Besides, I'm hungry! - the Ilnar man chuckled, then remembered something and perked up. - Oh, how could I forget! Let me introduce myself, my name is Erald.

- Hahaha! You have an interesting faith, - said the orc, said goodbye, and went to inspect the business district. There he noticed an establishment called the Ilnar Lumberjack.

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The bearded man, who was handling the visitors, looked at the guest's attire with some distrust.
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- Who is your master?