Lapistia

I'm already here and standing nearby.
-- Well, why not? They essentially spent a thousand from the squad's general funds on lottery tickets, -- and gives 800 from his personal savings. -- I can also help with discounts if you buy something. By the way, who were you just talking about? Did something happen?

- Yeah, don't worry about it. Something like a fee to the city authorities for transporting mentally challenged individuals, - James took the money and shook the samurai's hand. - You're someone I can work with. Don't worry, they'll be back to you.
- Congratulations on the win, - he said over his shoulder as he walked back to the square. - At least someone got lucky in this group.

“You’re back,” the Theosian remarked, noticing the obvious. “What should we do?”

- Let's be reasonable, - the paladin placed a stack of coins on the barrel and glanced at the troublemaker. - There's even a little bit more there. This is so you can give the dangerous thug something to spend. He patted Sarian on the cheek. - Today is your lucky day! Aunt Sarnissa was slightly annoyed, but she paid the deposit - pray until your dying breath for her heart, which is overflowing with maternal instinct. Don't forget to pray - if it weren't for her, only your head would have left "Sands of Time." However, your miserable self is no longer needed in the squad. Understand? Get out of here - preferably far away from Arinas. If you ever cross our path again, you'll be thrown into a black hole. If you ever set foot in this brothel again, you will be executed on the spot. Your beloved may also suffer. Take the advice of a wise man - me - find a new object of desire. Get a dog. Learn wood carving. Become stronger and gut Nanaya. Return to service. Personally, I believe that everyone deserves a second chance. This is already your third, and that's already too much. Show that you can learn - there won't be a fourth. All that awaits you is death.

Having finished with her urgent matters, Sarnissa glanced briefly at the departing mercenary, and nodded to Iwamoto: "You'll make an excellent treasurer. Don't forget to collect your winnings." Then, she greeted the arriving Randel: "How are you resting, sir mercenary? Please, two tickets, as a gift from our humble organization." After that, she bowed and headed towards the "Black Heart." After meeting with a potential employer, her mood noticeably worsened, and even the new talisman didn't bring her as much joy. She remembered the recent battle and the man who had so easily taken her life. Then, she remembered the anti-magic barrier installed in the palace of Raelisia, the prison, when Asanmir acquired his true powers. The stark contrast between Ertheia and her native Lapistia, both technologically, economically, and politically, could not fail to cause anxious concerns. Sarnissa recalled her first trip to Nozenrot. She had assumed that ordinary mortals would treat her like a strange deity, but reality differed greatly from even her wildest assumptions. Not only she, who was not the weakest of her kind, but many of Sarnissa's other kin could only boast of some superiority in the physical realm, but often significantly lagged behind the technological inventions of the local inhabitants. The assortment of local shops, which greatly enhanced the abilities of their owners, could give even the most ordinary person the strength of a pure-blooded vampire, and the realization of this settled in her soul with a depressing feeling. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to abandon everything and return to Nihotensen, to her native estate, to a crowd of servants and luxurious balls with interesting conversations. The journey, which was supposed to be an interesting walk, turned into a struggle for survival for the sake of meager money from local officials. "What am I doing here..." Sarnissa whispered quietly as she walked to the hotel. She definitely could use some rest and a couple of hours of solitude and peace. If not physical, then at least mental.

Teiosia took the money, freed the offender from the shackles that restricted his freedom, threw a wide cloak over him, and departed. As she left, Sarian looked at James one last time with eyes filled with emptiness...

Well, Ment and Fragment each won 62.5 thousand...

I didn't understand anything, but hooray! :smile03:

In the end, one Fragment won't get his money

Just to spite Arandor, I'll definitely take it :)

(

It's probably fine to log into the game after a few days and find yourself as the only survivor of some terrible battle, with tons of loot and a mountain of gold.

And besides, everything seems clear, right?

Well, technically, you have two undecided votes left; one would vote for, and the other against, so you can resolve it with a tie.

Kosha, as I understand, is against it; Ples is probably against it; I don't remember about Ment, but he's probably against it too; Lock is against it; Fragment probably doesn't even know what we're talking about; Some Randell is for it; Some Tailina is against it; + there are only eight of us left, and even if something happens, we won't have much of a chance against some no-name bandits; ...

Some Randel for;
Some Tailin against;

How did you guess?

It seems that the fragment doesn't even know what we're talking about.

Just a moment, I'll read the topic.

Well, Randel might actually return safe and sound.

Of course, I'm against it. This is the Revan expansion, after all. Everything that can go wrong, does go wrong in it. So, the idea of "let's sacrifice our lives to a creepy NPC for a dubious reward, WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?!" is almost laughable.