☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

No one is taking any weapons, except for Valis, yes. Revan said you can wrap yourselves in at least one or two layers of warm clothing, but no one is taking your underwear or shirts, right?
Anyway, let's get this over with. I need to write a long, detailed post, and you're all messing around with gear... Just throw everything away. People are more important than gear.

Looking at how heavy the sphere appears, Gillon attempts to stand up. "I'll stay. I'm too heavy; it's the right thing to do. I probably really am..." "Sit down!" Beata unexpectedly barked sharply. Gillon jumped. His partner continued. "Don't even think about it. Don't even think about it, damn it. I'm not going to lose you. I won't let you sacrifice yourself." "But..." "No 'buts,' I said! Want arguments? Here are some arguments. You're the strongest of us. You can take hits that would kill anyone else here. And if something goes wrong and we end up somewhere unknown? We've already left all our weapons, all our armor, almost all our medicine! We *need* someone as strong as you so we have a chance to survive. Her Majesty, over there," she nodded towards the queen, who was blinking in confusion, "who else would we rely on? Her people are sacrificing themselves for us. Now she's our responsibility. And you're her best chance. So, damn it, sit your beautiful butt back down and don't get up until I tell you!" Gillon sat down, covering his face with his hands. Beata smiled sheepishly at the queen. "Khorosho! Zdravstvuite! Spasibo! Pirozhki!" she demonstrated her deep knowledge of Zimian, trying to sound encouraging.

Guys, I'm sorry, but I really want to keep the diaries. I just wouldn't want my work from the signature to disappear.

Suddenly, I discovered something funny.

- Girls, what have you decided? - Beata addresses the NPCs, - Zorica, I would be very happy if you could help our group. None of us knows the Zimivian language; you are an excellent fighter, and we can't manage here without divine help. We would all be very grateful to you, but, of course, the decision is yours.

They baited her and then got into a ball...

In Margel, they are sold in the store for fifty, and you can always buy new ones.

All bodies + one first aid kit + Wallis + two good sets of clothes (Kilika, Kalina) + Harold's skull + cooling potion = 1588
Take one more set of clothes to wrap yourselves in, and then you can fly. Maybe you can persuade Revan to give you two or even three more warm sets of clothes, which would only add a little weight. Empty your stomachs on land and somehow fit everything in.
That's my suggestion.

Okay, I'll play along and imagine that Biba and Boba have restored their records from memory in new diaries. Rheum, please don't delete the links from the quest, so we don't have to search through the entire thread later. The brainworms are driving us crazy. Ment, Koteja, give it back... Why are you letting the animal waste it?

Hey, give it to the cat... Why are you letting the animal suffer unnecessarily?

If it doesn't weigh anything, I'll give it.

I'm still waiting for someone to decide to cut off extra arms or legs so that everyone can fit. Then we'll have a pirate party...

Wallis

During the sea voyage, the sword in Merel's hand began to vibrate, flew out of his hand, soared into the air, and pierced the airship. The Queen, the members of the "Carnelian," and Mellen perish.

We could replace the +clothing with Beatin's cloak; it would fit the role-playing aspect and be just as functional.

I'm still waiting for someone to decide to cut off extra arms or legs so that everyone can fit. Then it will be a pirate party...

I had that thought.

if you're resetting the logs, it would be best to destroy them just in case... including the gnome's log, because it might contain very unflattering information for the state...

I'm still waiting for someone to decide to cut off extra arms or legs so that everyone can fit. At least it would be a pirate party...

By the way, it's a good solution; I think the princess will pay for good prosthetics.

By the way, those who read my stories couldn't have failed to notice that there wasn't a single word about my champions killing the director I wrote it with the intention that if the in-game diary somehow fell into the wrong hands, there would be no compromising information.