Nowaru

Well, I won't come to you in broad daylight; my self-preservation instinct has been dulled, but not that much.
I’ll wait until the day is over and the wound calms down, then I’ll look for a cloak in the evening.

Nueshu managed to take a cloak from some homeless person.

-- God save us, -- Dominic was, to put it mildly, surprised by this news. -- You said there are our warriors in this city who can help Kalevritia. Where did they come from here in such numbers, where are they now, who imprisoned them? We have a common enemy with Iliniar; perhaps we will be able to reach an agreement...

- There are forty-four of them here; it’s not that many, but during wartime every soldier counts. The order for their arrest came from the head of the guard, and I fear that reaching an agreement with him or the authorities will not work – I already tried.

- I only drank a couple of glasses of wine. To get drunk, I need much more. In any case, thank you for picking me up, brother, otherwise I would have passed out somewhere else and wouldn't have found my things.
Having thanked his comrade with a clinking coin(I don’t know how much he needs for a good dinner at a decent place), Shushuk headed to the embassy of Alsefyr to find out more about the contract.

Arriving at the embassy of the aforementioned country, Shushuk found himself in a small, elongated room. At the end, in the center, there was a desk, behind which a cozy armchair could be seen; on the left side - a spiral staircase leading to the second floor, on the right - a door leading to another room. On both sides of this room, one could observe a variety of objects - musical instruments, magic scrolls, Alsefyr weapons, decorative items, and so on. A special place was reserved for a piano.
Coming out of the adjacent room, an Alsefyr woman met eyes with the guest

- Welcome, she said, walking along the long room. Shushuk heard the characteristic clicking of heels as she slowly and gracefully walked towards him.
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Meanwhile, Tirza wins in the next round – after a long chase around the arena, Primula ran out of arrows.