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A few hours ago in Carneol. Merell carefully takes a bone out of his pocket, prepares a flower pot with soil, and digs a hole in it, carefully burying the contents of his pocket, and then waters it. Before leaving, he asks Raphael and Astellia to water the pot and keep an eye on it periodically. if anything happens, I'll come back and shove a sword up your ass
Someone once said that unpredictability is an extremely important and useful quality for a skilled leader. If you take these words literally, without making exceptions or looking at the nuances, Victor was an extremely talented commander. He didn't bother to ask (or at least, he didn't ask when Alaria wasn't around) whether An would be able to reach Barsina on her own. Nor did he offer any compensation. He sold her part of the group's provisions, at exactly the same price they had been purchased for. At least, without any markup.
Alaria wasn't sure whether their Calcite acquaintance would make it back alone, safe and sound. But even if she did, the Tanarrian thought, she would hardly want to work with their group after such treatment. It wasn't the note on which the swordswoman would have liked to end their acquaintance, but perhaps it was for the best – their mission was fraught with enormous risks, and she didn't want to drag another innocent soul down with them. Better to have strained relations and a living An than a dead An. Of course, assuming that fate, luck, or Shiris, whichever is closer to the truth, would be kind to the guide. If not, the Calcite would join the list of people who, as it turned out, parted with their lives shortly after meeting Alaria. Mr. Belring, Altina, Kurat, Seliad, Livia, Brightstrider the Younger... even Kenshiro and Kline, in a way, fit the bill. The grim reality of the lifestyle she had chosen. And one of the reasons why the Tanarrian had once taken a break from it.
During the time she had free from training and routine procedures, the girl spent it reading further, sometimes aloud, about the history of Baldur. In the process, to her great surprise, she discovered that... the founder had indeed once worked as a bunny girl in one of the casinos. Quite a revelation. Perhaps other legendary heroes also had similar escapades, omitted by embarrassed historians? It was possible.
Of course, Eyr mentioned in her notes that she had initially taken the job reluctantly, but also that she had come to enjoy it and was paid very well for her work. Well, it was nice to know that even skilled warriors were not only not averse to earning some good money, but also didn't hesitate to mention it in their notes. They didn't hide the truth. It instilled a certain confidence that if, one day, life decreed that Alaria urgently needed a lot of money, such work wouldn't necessarily mean that her life had gone downhill. Of course, as long as she was under the patronage of Her Majesty, something like that was unlikely to happen, but fate could always take unexpected turns.