Nowaru

"All of this is very difficult, very, very difficult..." the sorcerer said, as if deliberately avoiding answering the question so as not to undermine the faith in people of the master with a pure, untainted heart.

The Ilinarian had no answer and for some time silence reigned in the room. It was broken by the arrival of a new guest, who turned out to be a young woman, seemingly fragile and insecure. She had long chestnut hair and bright green eyes; her clothes indicated that she was from one of the less affluent parts of the city – Tristram.
And since she came alone and without an escort, it could be understood that she was a frequent visitor here.
"Ah, dear Enara, hello."
"Hello, Mr. Erald."

Nuesh surveyed the surroundings in search of a path to the balcony or roof, as well as options for retreating from law enforcement officers and guards.

There were no tall trees here to accomplish such a task, and the only way to get on the roof would be to jump from the neighboring building. However, Nuesh was agile enough to climb onto the balcony without any outside help.

"I'm done with work for today," Tirza decided for herself. She didn't feel like meeting Ferion or signing up for distant travels at all right now. What she did have was cash and an interest in foreign martial arts. So, while it wasn't evening yet, she decided to take a walk out of town and see the warriors from faraway lands with her own eyes. And if she got lucky, maybe even learn something from them.
If anything, I probably won't do the quest with experiments.

The long, expensive, and arduous ascent up the mountain, albeit via stairs, proved to be a real test for the unwieldy Tirza, clad in heavy armor. She felt great fatigue in her legs and back (-25% to everything until resting).
Her little journey came to a halt when she reached the gates of the martial arts school. Once again during this long day, she had to talk to the guard "at the door."

"Welcome to the Yuanshan School, a place of enlightenment and self-improvement. Who wishes to pass through these gates?"

"Judging by the inscription on the entrance, there is no need to tell about belonging to Elulu-Suen. But here, they still don't care about the suspicions that arose in Nosrenrote"
Greetings, esteemed sir. I am Duke Rumke from Nosrenote, also a water mage. In addition, I can inform you that riding birds, although an exotic creature, are not dangerous.
At the same time, Rum Kon looked at the boy with an attentive and authoritative gaze; the red fingers on his hand suggested that they were not bitten off by a sharp beak just by chance.

"So, Duke Rumke, huh?" The guard took some papers out of his belt pouch and scanned them for names. "I don't see your name. Since you are a foreigner, you probably do not know that there is a law signed by Sartos Allessir prohibiting the use of riding animals within large cities without paying an additional tax. Can you imagine what chaos would be on the streets of the capital if everyone could ride around on horseback?"

"Excellent! Here is my identification."

The employee handed Mirabelle the key to the cell in the bank vault and gave her the documents to fill out. She had to pay 5000 Linears after receiving the items.

"I think thirty thousand or a term, it depends on the result. Maybe this isn't worth investing in. By the way, what kind of mirror do you have there?

"Not exactly. The result depends on the cost, not vice versa. A mirror is like a personal dimension for its owner; it is always with him.