Nowaru

- Here, take a look. - The Melchior pulled out a dagger and showed it to the guy. - Silver, Kalevrit craftsmanship. Are you interested? How much could it be worth?

- Sir. - The guy took a two-handed sword from the stand and showed it to the guest. - This is "Ghost Moon," a weapon forged by my mentor, Halgor. - Take a close look at the blade. It's moonstone. The most expensive metal in Ertenia and probably beyond. No offense, but we are not interested in things like yours.

- Rosebud! Hey, Rose, good morning! - she smiled at the concierge. - A messenger was supposed to come here for me; did he leave anything, or perhaps said where he went?

- Messenger? I don't remember anyone like that, but some man came with two legionaries; he seemed very unhappy and told you to go to the bank... But I can't recall what it was about.

So, Shushuk learned about the Guild from him, read the contracts, became interested in the third contract, and decided to visit Grove of Ansgar at night. And while night hadn't yet fallen, he continued exploring the business district and decided to stop by Knight's Honor.

- Not another step further! - Some weirdo jumped out to meet the Orc, looking like a Nosferote. - My name is Endarion Whitestorm!

- What brings you here, to the abode of noble knights? Don't answer! I know – you want to become a knight yourself! But be aware that this is not an easy task, especially for you – an Orc! And training will require a lot of money...

- May I inquire about the reasons for his unwillingness to participate in the Tournaments? Or are they unknown to you?

- He says there isn't a worthy prize. He has enough money; he already has a house, and the offer from an envoy from a foreign country doesn't interest him much.