Nowaru

The Melchorian returned the talisman to its rightful place, then tore a piece of fabric from his expensive suit, pulled a dagger from the side of the Thilian, and bandaged the wound that had formed there. — I apologize for what happened. You see, when I arrived in Covellia, people who wanted to take my head off my shoulders appeared almost immediately. As Rabisa later told me, our names were on the list of those for whom the Sixth Legion was willing to pay a considerable sum. I have been hiding in this forest ever since. And today you appear, looking for Melphagor. What was I supposed to think?

-Oh, thank you, that makes things much easier. -Adilika sighed with relief, trying to sit up. -And that terrible wailing has almost stopped... Well, never mind, what were you saying? Rabisa? Yes, it would be good to find her too, but the truth is, we don't currently have any information about her whereabouts. I will take care of the rest of the participants myself. But you know, if you had actually met the Sixth Legion, the outcome could have been very different. These guys won't waste time chatting with the first person they meet. Although, as you can see, everyone chooses their own ways to avoid unwanted suspicion, ha-ha. So, can I count on your help in the upcoming task?

Gray text: Rumke and Adilika, are you going to vote or not?

Can I vote online from my phone? I have things to do here...