Posts from Tiaral Auto-translated

-- Hmm. As I said, my premonition didn't deceive me. But you, however, did well. I thought we were all going to die here... Yes, Ilsa, I'm also very glad to be alive again, but now is not the time for sentimentality, -- Asmund stepped back, embracing his excited wife, and turned his gaze to the prisoners. -- Excellent, I'm pleased with their prudence. Be so kind as to give these prisoners the truth serum.
When the potion was ready and the prisoners had consumed it, Asmund began the interrogation.
-- Let's start. Who are you, and who sent you? The Serpent Clan, I presume?

They respond positively, even though they were sent by Charnom – the one who was killed by Goran’s bomb.

With each word Emma spoke, the eyes of the sprite widened more and more. Could Emma even speak in this state?! Tiril glanced at Albert, and after his nod of approval, she began to engage in a Creative Task that was unusual for her.
Meanwhile, Albert was lost in his own thoughts. An unpleasant battle. How lucky they all were to survive.

-- Okay. What can you tell me about Gurdu, Ba'ar, Tunar, and Ene?

/ Does the serum actually work on them? Or am I exaggerating the effectiveness of anti-mind magic again? /

After checking the quality of the repair, the joint mobility, and making sure everything was back to normal, the lady lifted her skirts, tapped her foot, and bowed to her caring allies.
- You did a very good job with the repair, sister, for a first time, it was simply excellent. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. And you too, Albert. If the opportunity arises, I will definitely do the same for you. And I apologize for unintentionally forcing you to do this unusual task. I probably miscalculated the situation. If it weren't for that random shot, none of this would have happened. But I saw one of the enemy units aiming at Uncle Aldric and chose the most logical option at the moment... - she turned her voice to the leader. - I also apologize for making a mistake and failing to protect you from damage. I will carefully analyze this task and improve my behavior model in dangerous situations.
She turned her gaze to the battlefield and began a visual-computational analysis, quietly talking about some topics that were important to her.

Tyril puts Emma's hand back in place of her leg.

The connectors are different so as not to confuse them; it's a 3+ peg construction set.

Tyril is strong; she might not even notice that the socket is a bit too small!

-- Okay. What can you tell me about Gurdu, Baar, Tunar, and Ene?

The survivors didn't tell the winners anything they hadn't already told Sharon. They apparently operated independently from the other clan formations.

-- Are there any survivors from Charna's group?

The answer was negative.

The answer was negative.

-Technically, that's the wrong answer, since you're still alive,- Asmund said with a smirk, twirling his sword.

– They say you robbed caravans. Where is the loot hidden?

"Argh..." Deliy came to, exhaled heavily, and tried to sit up, looking around. After carefully wiping his eyes, which were slightly blurred, the healer examined his wounds and the battlefield. "I got lucky..." he muttered, discovering a shallow cut from a stray arrow, just millimeters from his heart. Looking around, the healer noticed the offending projectile half a meter away, reached for it, examined the arrow, and then angrily snapped it in half. "Damn archers." Standing up, Deliy swayed noticeably as he walked across the battlefield until his gaze fell on a lifeless body in the middle of the gorge. "Kata... no!" Forgetting about his own wounds, the healer rushed to his beloved, casting healing spells. After what felt like an eternity, the elf finally opened her eyes, greedily gasping for air until she started coughing. "I... what... where..." "Quiet, quiet. Everything is alright, my love. It's all over. Everything is fine now." Deliy gently hugged his beloved. Relhiras watched the allies recover from the top of a mountain cliff. Taking advantage of the residual effect of the levitation spell, he helped Tyriel bind and escort the archers to Aldric, leaving the latter to his judgment. After that, the Visterian searched the bodies of the fallen and began clearing the rubble.

Albert absentmindedly nodded at Emma, and Tiril gave her a warm hug before returning to the issue of the prisoners. To her dismay, Asmund was questioning them, and it would be inconvenient to kill them now while they were talking.