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After a moment of hesitation, Thiolas honestly answered all the questions – he was a fake healer, had lost contact with his people long ago, the town was on his way, and perhaps his healing abilities could be useful here. He also didn't hide his inventory.

-Whoa, what kind of procedure is this, guys? It's complicated. Call me Krailos, I don't know anything else, I'm an orphan. I'm basically a republican, but I don't even remember where I was born, I've traveled all over the country. So, I came here to earn some extra money, to guard something. Or someone. All the weapons you see are mine, and I have a couple of potion vials somewhere. That's it. Don't get me wrong, I'm an honest man, I have nothing to hide.

- I see, - said the guard, writing down the information and muttering something to himself.
- Hold on a bit, - said the artist, who was drawing a blond young man. - I'll finish this and then I'll draw you. Our mayor is just crazy.
- Sven, be quiet, - said the scribe, continuing to write.
- Oh, come on!
- If you need a job, there's a bulletin board over there, take a look, - said the scribe, pointing to a large board about five meters away.

Thiollas approached the bulletin board.

A brief biography of Do Ri'Chard — a (dis)graceful Juran with a sharp mind, a kind heart, and the reflexes of an assassin.

Ri'Chard was born about forty years ago into a pureblood lion family. However, these days no one among the Jurans is surprised by lions anymore, though this doesn't stop them from considering themselves blue-blooded and holding their noses high.
The proud Ri'Chard entered military service, where he quickly became an officer, mastered the wisdom of tactics and strategy, and rose rapidly up the career ladder. He clashed in views with a superior officer and beat that officer's face in. His career was instantly destroyed (and Ri'Chard was lucky not to face a court-martial), and the Juran was sent to the border of Khakhir to a backwater little guard detachment.
He got caught up in a skirmish with orcs; Ri'Chard's squad of twenty-two Jurans had to fight more than a hundred enemy warriors. Ri'Chard proved himself a skilled tactician and warrior, and although his squad retreated, the orcs also lost most of their own, so their little "offensive" failed. For bravery in battle, Ri'Chard was granted the rank of hero and the prefix "Do" to his name. Posthumously.
However, Ri'Chard's compatriots were too hasty with the funeral; the Juran was actually seriously wounded and taken prisoner by orcs. And then he ended up in a gladiatorial arena, where he spent more than ten years of his life.
With each passing year, the master of the arena grew more and more respect for Ri'Chard and valued him as a fighter, while Ri'Chard developed a love for the master's daughter, a lovely miniature orc woman. This, however, was a platonic love; the Juran constantly referred to the girl in his mind as "that bald one," or "green frog," or "tailless stuffed animal." But she was kind to him, fed him from the "master's" table, spoke in a gentle voice and said pleasant things, and during his fights, he tried especially hard to impress her.
After several years, the master of the arena wanted to release Ri'Chard for his faithful service, but to his own surprise, he did not dare take this step for another two years, simply not understanding where he would go now or what he would do. It was a bit too late to return to the army of his native country, all opportunities were missed, and what else could he...
When the master's pretty daughter married some merchant, Ri'Chard finally decided and took advantage of the freedom given to him. Now he uses his combat skills and natural strength as a mercenary.

Jurans - lions, tigers: Strength increased 2 times; ability to attack the enemy with claws (damage = Strength); inability to use ranged weapons.


Gladiator
+60% to health, willpower, initiative, and accuracy in one-on-one combat
+10 to attractiveness
+10% to rewards
Skills:
✧ Expert ✧ Access to the combat skills of all peoples (Steel Claws, Death Dance, Berserker, Troll Combat Technique, Warrior of Haine), if Intelligence is above 20; 4 skill points for them (x2)


Steel Claws
The character gains the ability to use gloves with metal claws in combat; this weapon cannot be destroyed
+1 to damage for each unit of Strength
Skills:
✧ Disarm ✧ The character has a chance (Strength vs Strength) to knock the weapon out of the enemy's hands (cooldown: 3 turns)
✧ Jump ✧ The character jumps a distance equal to Speed/2, deals damage to the enemy equal to Strength + number of cells crossed*20 and stuns them for 2 turns (cooldown: 4 turns)


Berserker
Immunity to stealth attacks during combat
+0.5 to accuracy for each unit of Strength
Skills:
✧ Rage ✧ Every attack the character deals critical damage for 5 turns (cooldown: 7 turns) (x2)

Stats:

Strength -- 50
Agility -- 20
Perception -- 5
Endurance -- 40
Intelligence -- 20
Will -- 5

Inventory: Juran combat claws (officer's), orc woman's handkerchief, berserker clothing (I don't know what they wear in their style, can be replaced with medium armor if it only gives -2 to speed), money.

Happiness in a Bottle. Yes, you, the one reading these lines! If you need high-quality potions and remedies, visit my shop, you won't regret it! Address: First and Last Best Days Street, house 1. [/FONT]
Sharpened Spears. We invite all guests of the city to visit our cozy tavern! You are always welcome here! We have a warm, cozy atmosphere, beautiful waitresses, and a pleasant ambiance! Address: First and Last Best Days Street, house 5.
Ideal. The best weapon and armor shop in the city! Master Kana's creations are exactly what you need! Address: White Lily Street, house 3.
Spectrum. The only magic shop in the city! Discounts for members of the Society! Address: White Lily Street, house 10.
Bullseye. Everything hunters and all lovers of shooting, throwing, and tossing need. Excellent quality, reasonable prices! Address: Swamp Street, house 2.
Moriarium. We invite all guests of our city to watch gladiatorial battles and other exciting performances taking place in our arena! Attention! Registration is now open for the Lesser Tournament of Zara the Great. Only new melee fighters who have never participated in battles in our arena are allowed. The winner will receive a prize of 15,000 gold. Hurry and sign up! Address: Central Street.
Marketplace. A food market with always fresh vegetables, fruits, meat, and fish! No magically modified products! Only natural! Address: Khaziev Street.
City Administration. Administrative services for citizens of the republic and temporarily residing persons. Provision of temporary housing, employment, certificates, permits, etc. Address: Central Street.

-Well, it happens. - the mercenary shrugged. -I remember passing through a small town in the west, and they were actually planning to introduce mandatory paper documents with pictures for every resident and visitor! And supposedly, you wouldn't be able to go anywhere without them. Some people are just crazy. - After the procedure was finished, the former legionary also headed towards the bulletin board.

"Magically modified products? That's an idea!" thought Thiolas, looking at the bulletin board.

At the gates of the city of Cenira, she saw two guards. They looked at her suspiciously but didn't stop her from entering. Inside, a man sitting at a table beckoned her over. Another man, sitting next to the first, began to sketch her.
- Name, patronymic, place of origin, nationality, purpose of arrival in our city, weapons, potions, fruits, vegetables – do you have any? - asked the first.

The Necromancer smiled kindly: - My name is Cenira. I'm a Republican, originally from the eastern part. (I don't know the names of the cities) I don't have any food with me, and my only weapon is a dagger. I came to find out why a pair of Ents were fleeing your city so quickly. I've been racking my brain about it the whole way.

- One witch is causing trouble in the city. Apparently, she is, - said the artist.
- Well, apparently, she is causing trouble! What a bitch! - said the scribe.
- It's not her, I'm sure.
- You're just crushing on her.
- Hey! Just because I drew her naked a couple of times doesn't mean I'm crushing on her!
- Yeah... Anyway, when they find her, they'll hang her for all this crap that's happening.
- That's how our justice system works, they hang the innocent.
- You keep saying, the innocent.
- Well, let them prove it first!
- You're crushing on her.
- Oh, shut up.

I forgot to ask – does my accuracy or agility affect parrying? If it's agility, can I specifically change it to disarming the opponent?

After quickly skimming the announcement, Krailos decided to quench his thirst first at the refined peaks.

Glancing quickly over the announcement, Krailos decided first and foremost to wet his whistle at the Sharpened Peaks.

Classic.

To Krailos's surprise (or not), the tavern was rather empty. Only a few people sat in the corners eating some kind of delicacies.



The girl standing behind the bar greeted him with a sweet and gentle voice.



- Hello. Would you like to order something?

"Wow, check out these barrels, guys!" – Krailos almost blurted out loud, but he quickly caught himself: who knows how the locals might take that. Instead, he leaned against the counter and, exhaling a scent of stale alcohol and long-neglected teeth, said: "Good day, my dear! You look great! Pour me something to drink; a weary traveler needs refreshment. What do you have here?"

When Dorian Richard approached the city gates, he was greeted with interest by two guards. Judging by their faces, they hadn't seen a Djurani in a very long time, or perhaps never.
The other two people sitting at a table inside the city, a scribe and an artist, were also surprised.
- Name, father's name, place of origin, nationality, purpose of arrival in our city, weapons, potions, fruits, vegetables – do you have any? Wow! - exclaimed the scribe, looking up from his book.
- Yes, I only saw something like that in my childhood. He fought in our arena. Do you remember?
- Yes, I remember, I think his name was Ajaber.
- Yeah, he did some interesting things.

Added 4 minutes later

-Good day, my dear! You look great! Pour me something to drink, a weary traveler needs refreshment. What do you have here?

The girl didn't show that Kraylos smelled like an old dog; after all, she was used to the smell of alcohol and the other smells that customers of the Sharpened Peak brought with them.
- Thank you," the girl replied with a light smile. "Beer, ale, fortified wine, mead?"

"So, what kind of prices are you offering?" the mercenary asked. "You understand, we're not asking for much, and we'd like to have some money left over for souvenirs."