Mafia 104. Alrion

— Ugh, — the old man sighed before taking another swig from the large bottle filled with alcohol. He had already drunk most of it, so it was less than half full. — There is no peace even in Alrion; everywhere there are murders, conspiracies, betrayals... I just want to rest peacefully, without worry and care.
— You're asking for too much. — His drinking companion replied, resting his head on his hand on the rickety table. — You'll rest in the afterlife.
— That's true... Did you hear?
— What?
— The king's sister has been locked in her own chambers.
— Narfina?
— Yeah.
— Ha, someone is clearly asking for a noose. The royal guard probably took care of the situation.
— Uh-huh, but by the time everyone realized and opened the locked apartments, the princess was already...
— Already what?
— Well, she hanged herself.
— You're kidding...
— Uh-huh...
— Wow...
— Tell me about it...
— Yeah... Add to that what happened to the preacher, and remembering the events of the past few days makes you feel uneasy, very uneasy...
— What are you talking about?
— Well, how was her name... Ah! Ophelia, that's it.
— What about Ophelia?
— Well, she almost died tonight, but luckily she managed to escape death.
— I see...
— Well, at least someone is having luck on their side — that terrible witch, Amael, wasn't lonely tonight...
— Heh, I'd like to see that.