⚔️Serberia Auto-translated

- Mmm... mmmmmmm... hmmmm... mmmm! - Veserod nodded approvingly, turning the improved weapon in his hands. The design did partially remind him of the national bows from his homeland, which could not help but evoke a pleasant feeling in his soul just by looking at it. - Good... You've outdone yourself, old friend, - he said, shaking the master's hand firmly and gratefully. - What would we all do without you if you moved somewhere over there...?

— In Tamfan, as long as there’s space… Well, someone will inevitably take over from me here.

— Maybe it would be better to talk them out of it instead of going through with it? I would try myself, but I find it difficult to communicate with eccentrics.

-- Me too. But Calentia has a chance... Let's take her and find out what this urgent matter is.
We gather with the other quest participants and, after a brief discussion, head to the pond.

— Hello... Well, after talking to Almandina, I don't feel like jumping off a cliff as much as I used to. How about you?

- That's good, I hope things will only get better from here, - Anselm replied. - As for me, nothing has changed, except that I almost died in the forest recently, but everything turned out alright. Where are you planning to go next? Or have you decided to settle down in our town for now?

"I think I've heard this name somewhere before, but it doesn't matter," thought Veserod. Having finished in the workshop and said goodbye, he goes out into the fresh air and examines the weapon in daylight – indeed, it's excellent. Although his wallet is now significantly lighter, his spirits are just as high. Having finished all his urgent tasks, he spends some time taking a leisurely stroll around the city – for a change of pace – and reflecting on all the events that have happened to him over the past day and weeks. Deep in thought, he doesn't even notice that his feet have led him, quite by chance, to the church of Arteria, where he enters, picks up a book that catches his eye with its cover, and starts reading.

“What happened? I once read that in the dark ages, rulers liked to hang wrongdoers on trees, heh...” Iwein smiled sadly. “I think I’ll stay in Baldur’s Gate for another week or two, and then I’ll go somewhere else, but for now, I need to take care of one important matter.”

I think I'll wait for Arza. He's charismatic; maybe he can talk Ivein out of his next suicidal plan all by himself.

— What happened? I once read that in the dark ages, rulers liked to hang wrongdoers on trees, heh... — Iwein smiled sadly. — I think I'll stay in Baldur's Gate for another week or two, and then I'll go somewhere else, but for now, I need to take care of one important matter.

— Have you heard of dendroids? They're the problem, — the swordsman explained. — So be careful in the forests, as even trees can pose a threat. What's your business?

“Right, I’ll keep that in mind.” Ivein acknowledged his companion’s warning… probably. “Let me explain… Alman Dina suggested I find some activity that would add color and meaning to my life, so I’ve been thinking about what that could be, and I finally came up with this.” Having finished speaking, he showed Anselm some kind of device with an unknown purpose. “I’ve always liked painting as a way to express my fantasies on a blank canvas, but I never learned to draw well. Maybe it’s because I don’t have a natural talent for it, or maybe it’s because I didn’t have enough patience… But that’s not important now. The technical name for this device is a Ragnite camera; it was invented in Mive about five years ago, and it’s used to take photographs… Hmm, it captures whatever is in the lens and allows you to transfer these images to paper. In short, it’s like copying what’s in front of your eyes, only without the need to be able to draw… Uh, does that make sense? I got this device from a very dear person, but in recent years, I haven’t found a use for it. Now I think it could help me distract myself from my problems and do something that brings me pleasure. I’ve already taken pictures of the surroundings of Baldur, the mountains and forests, the local architecture, and so on, but now I want something else. It’s a little embarrassing to talk about, but I highly appreciate female beauty and would like to make it one of the regular themes of my photographs, and, as it turned out, there’s a Serberian swimming champion living somewhere in this city, and I would like to ask her to allow me to take some pictures. I’ve just been wandering around, but I can’t find where she lives, as if I’m in the wrong city. The man took a moment to catch his breath after the long monologue. “By the way, I’ve already photographed Alman Dina, and she strictly told me not to photograph anyone without permission, hehe.”

- Well, if a person doesn't mind being captured with this device, I don't think there should be any problems. Although, I'm sure not everyone will want to do it, and there may be different reasons. As for the champion, I think it refers to Victor's wife. They live east of the city, that's why you couldn't find her," Anselm explained. "However, the road might be dangerous.

— I'm used to dangers 😎 — Ivein assured Anselm and immediately hurried towards the eastern forest, but then slowed down, stopped, turned around, and walked back to his new friend. — By the way... If you have any pretty female acquaintances who wouldn't mind taking some photos, I'd be happy to meet them. Actually, that was the essence of the task I left at the local baron's estate... — The man scratched his head. — But so far, no one has really responded... In short, if you find someone like that, I'd be happy to provide monetary compensation, depending on how my aesthetic receptors react. But that's it, and you can decide among yourselves what share each of you gets.

- Are they attractive? I need to think about it, - Anselm began to recall all the female acquaintances he knew. - But it would be better for you to look at them yourself and talk to them.

-- Look, Eyr, Anselm will talk to him himself now, -- said Gulveig as the group approached the pond and saw two people there, a foreigner and their comrade. However, immediately after that, the foreigner started acting strangely and seemed to rush eastward... And also those words, "I am used to dangers"...
-- Oh, no...
Vegi approached from the east and, placing her hands behind her back, modestly inquired:
-- Hello, are you the ones who needed passage through the eastern forest?

- Here are my acquaintances, - Anselm explained.

If you have some attractive female acquaintances who wouldn't mind getting their picture taken, I'd be happy to meet them.

Female characters are sent to patrol the perimeter around the lake.