Nowaru

- Bandits? - exclaimed a middle-aged woman. - In our time?!
- Well, yes, - the farmer replied with an unusual reaction for such a story. - Times are tough, there's a war and all that. But come in, friend. I didn't quite understand what you need, tell me about it at the table.

- I am most grateful. The Duke happily walked inside.
Rumke already felt that luck was on his side. He didn't want to attract attention by using magic, because the news of the escaped mage would spread quickly. But there were no other ways to pay for food or information, only to beg or take it by force.