Nowaru

- Good day (or whatever it is now), I'm here about a contract with the guild. I'd like to know the details.

— Of course. — The girl took an image of a certain man from a drawer and handed it to Shushuk. — The objective of the mission: find this man. — He was a blue-eyed man, almost six feet tall, and his golden hair was also striking. — He is a representative of our country. Not long ago, he went to explore Ilinar, but he never returned at the appointed time. I don't want to provoke a political scandal, so I'm not turning to the authorities with this problem. Not yet. At the same time, one of us has to be here all the time, so I can't go looking for him myself.

- 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 by force.

Rum Kona was seated at a large table, and after a while, dishes with food and drinks began to appear. These were simple dishes and unremarkable drinks, but what else could one expect from a simple family? Now, in addition to Rumke, five people were sitting at this table: a farmer, his wife, daughter, and two young sons. They all seemed to be waiting to hear an interesting story from the guest about what had happened to him.

-- Greetings. I would like to talk about the Kalevrites who were held captive by you.

— Well, let's talk. — Raimar nodded towards the chair standing opposite the table where he was sitting.