Donar Darkwind (Naver Leengard) Auto-translated

After a knock, the door was opened by some unfamiliar man in a bathrobe.
--Who am I dealing with?

“About the former resident of this house,” Donaru didn’t like to beat around the bush, so he answered directly. “I’m trying to find out about the fates of Lipskar and Gerda Darkwind, who once lived here.”

-- They haven't lived here for quite some time... I mean, you see, I bought this house a few years ago – what are you standing there for, come in!

Darkwind rarely refused such hospitable offers, and especially now, when he wanted to inspect the house where he once lived, he didn't refuse. Moreover, this person might tell him something useful. "Thank you. My name is Donar," he said, stepping inside.

Donar's house has clearly changed; it's become more well-maintained and cleaner than it used to be. When he entered, in addition to the new owner, he was greeted by his wife. "You see, I don't know much. I know that Lipskar and Gerda lived in very poor conditions. You see, in such a remote area, the only thing you can do is hunt, but they weren't very good at it, and it got worse and worse each year. That's what they told me; I'm not a hunter myself, so I don't know," he explained. "At first, they thought they were just bad hunters, but it seems the game disappeared. They started to starve, borrow money, and got into debt. And then I appeared; I used to live in another town, but I wanted to move closer to the Well. And they sold me the house, quite cheaply, which allowed them to pay off their debts and leave here for the Podi Peninsula. I don't know why they went there or exactly where they went, but when I paid them, they said they would spend the money that way. Tea?"

— Yes, of course. I must say, you've done a very good job with this Castle. I don't have the most pleasant memories of it, but nevertheless, it looks quite cozy now. Could you tell me about this peninsula?

--What do I know about him? There live those… uh… “Dascalos” there, it’s quite a place.
Someone knocked on the door, and the owner went to open it.

While waiting for the owner of the house, Donar turned his gaze to his wife. — Do you often have visitors here?

--No, not really. We live in the forest, it's not the most populated place.
Some halflings and yor appeared in the house, and Donar overheard some conversations about monsters: the newcomers were calling for their leader, but he didn't seem too eager to join them on an expedition.

“Do you mind if I join the conversation?” Donar said, addressing the group. “What’s this about monsters?”

“Actually, I should be grateful to these gentlemen,” the innkeeper replied. “For the first time in a long time, someone has even tried to help. You see, Señor Darkwind, as I told you, I am not a hunter; I make a living from my herd. And lately, my herd has been disappearing as if by itself.”
He then recounted the brief history of the creature, the same story that the halfling and the Yoru who had entered had already heard.

“Interesting. I’d like to take a look at this so-called monster.” The half-orc bandit stood up from the table and approached the two guests. “We know the right cave, so we won’t waste any time! Let’s go.”

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Donar had to solve perhaps the most important task of his life; for this purpose, he found himself in the port of Kladzya and then boarded a ship to Lefkopolis. Initially, the weather was pleasant, and the wind was mostly favorable, but after three days, a strong storm broke out, forcing the ship to dock at a nearby island to wait out the terrible storm. The next day, the wind subsided slightly, and they set sail again, encountering no further obstacles on their way. A month later, Donar arrived in Lefkopolis, the white city, the capital of Dascalos. In addition to countless educational and scientific institutions, all the governing structures of Katas were located here.

Entering the city of Donar, he couldn't help but admire the majestic beauty of its architecture. "The Dascalos certainly have good taste in these matters," he thought to himself, and continued on, delving deeper into this new place. How much time had passed since he left his family in Salinkari? More than he would like. Sometimes he wondered if that peaceful life was really for him, and he always found the answer in the metallic object on his ring finger.
Finding these two will likely not be an easy task, so for now, Donar decides to explore the city.

Wherever Donar looked, white columns towered everywhere. Besides the educational institutions already mentioned, the city also had religious buildings, as well as a huge and majestic parliament and other political buildings. The market was the only place that wasn't white: it was where magical goods and products made by the Dascalos were traded. They produce a considerable amount of goods, so the market wasn't small either.