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01.03.327 Garlius, Zladr, and Akhelsiy arrive in Silvergard.
Garlius and Akhelsiy enter the city without any problems; Zladr is stopped by a guard. — I need to search you.Ple-Sen
In any case, Abigail decided to save her finances for later and finally headed to "Dragon's Tear".
As expected from its exterior, the tavern was very spacious and could accommodate many people, but for some reason, there were few people here now. The owner of "Dragon's Tear" turned out to be a serious-looking dwarf woman, and two girls served customers. In the corner sat a young man of noble origin, judging by his clothes, and, judging by how freely he touched one of the waitresses on the buttocks, it was considered normal here. Morning
- Mekriy, if I’m not mistaken? - he addressed the healer-apothecary. - You don't seem to be very talkative, but maybe you can tell me about yourself? Whether or not to open up is your business, but I am not one to judge. I am one who is ready to stand up for a comrade, no matter how old-fashioned that may sound.
— There's nothing to tell. You live your life, do your own thing, and then some dullards, dependent on the count's boots, come along and put you in a position where you have to choose – lose your head or "serve". — The healer turned towards the Stronghold, where the count lived, and spat in its direction. — Ugh! There were many different goods at the market, from good ones to complete junk, but it was difficult to focus on anything without having something specific in mind.Ment
Lex smiled. -- Well, I was prepared for this. Of course, getting to the very bottom means starting from scratch, which is normal in its own way. But first, I would like to ask about the last option. "Although it's interesting; if I understood correctly, I was just offered an unsecured loan. But even so, I shouldn't grab blindly; I value my reputation, and I also want to live longer. Loans can only be taken when you are sure that the profit will more than cover them."
The sight that met Abigail's eyes was somewhat surprising. Of course, the fact that many members of the noble class allowed themselves such behavior was not news to her. But she had already gotten used to the fact that in her homeland, they did not do it so openly. Deciding that further observation of this unfamiliar behavior would only attract unwanted attention to herself, Abigail turned her gaze to the barmaid standing behind the counter, likely the owner of the establishment, and headed straight for her. — Good afternoon, — the girl greeted politely, — I would like to inquire about renting a room.
— There's not much to tell. You live your life, mind your own business, and then some dim-witted, sycophantic dogs, dependent on the Count's favor, show up and put you in a position where you have to choose: lose your head or go "serve." — The Healer turned towards the citadel where the Count lived and spat in its direction. — Ugh! The market had many different goods, from decent to complete trash, but it was hard to focus on anything without having a specific idea in mind.
— Yeah, that's rough, — Helmut nodded sympathetically. — I understand theft or murder — no matter how you look at it, these are objective crimes with victims, although there are nuances even in them. But prohibitions are a vague matter; they are different in every country, and in every country, they are implemented to line the pockets of the right people. They suppress talent, those bastards, and prevent our people from rising from the bottom. But look at it from another angle — now, at least, you can devote yourself to your craft, and neither I nor anyone else will look at you askance. Quite the opposite — we will support you in any endeavor because you are our comrade, and because it is a direct benefit to all of us. Right, guys? The money, of course, isn't as big as in the shadow economy, that's true, but it's stable and with prospects. And for honest work, no one will dare to harass you unfairly. And there — if we prove ourselves, who knows — something good might come our way, and maybe even the captain will put in a good word for us, and from there, it's only a step to a pardon. I'm not promising anything, but it's quite possible. Just don't lose heart, friend. As long as you're alive, everything can change. I'm looking at the selection of melee and ranged weapons and armor. Is it available? If you need something specific, I'm looking for the same equipment that we all have, but of higher quality, plus crossbow bolts.
“Good afternoon,” the girl greeted politely, “I wanted to inquire about renting a room.”
—“Five copper coins per night,” the landlady of ‘Tears’ explained dryly, “eight with meals included.” Sky
Ignoring the comments of the foolish guard, Zladr headed towards Fort Di Lest to see if they had any work for him.
—“You need to discuss this with someone from management,” the soldier at the post explained, asking one of his comrades to inform the commander,— you will have to wait. After more than forty minutes, the soldier returned and agreed to escort the healer to meet with his superior. —“Well, tell me,” the officer seated Zladr opposite himself. “Where did you come from? What are your skills?”Morning
I am examining the selection of melee and ranged weapons and armor. Is it available? If you need something specific, then I can provide the same equipment as we use, but of higher quality, plus crossbow bolts.
—“It's not just that,” Mekriy continued, “these idle government officials only exist to rob ordinary people, oppress them, and impose their own rules, trampling on other people's opinions, aspirations, and hopes under the weight of their bloated bodies. How far have we deviated from the natural grace that nature has given us, so that freedom is now an unaffordable luxury?” The healer lowered his voice slightly when the group passed by another aristocrat who had emerged from the Stronghold, but it was clear that he was gritting his teeth. —“You should ask the Minnesian brothers at ‘The Horn’ and ‘The Tip’ about weapons and supplies,” one of the market traders explained, “we don’t trade in those things, but they have a good business.”
— Well, tell me. — The officer sat Zladr down opposite him. — Where did you come from, and what are your skills?
— I came from Menas. I know everything a frontline healer should know. I have experience. I've lived my whole life from one battle to another. I can't do it any other way. I also have a good understanding of pharmacy.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
The mention of food reminded the girl that since her arrival in Silvergard, she hadn't eaten anything at all, and by now, she was quite hungry.
Browsing the menu.
Garlius was glad to finally be in the city after his journey. He didn't know what he would do, especially since his talents were quite specific, and it would not be easy to find a use for them. For now, he simply planned to walk around the city and take a look around.
- You're saying some profound things, Mek. I'd like to chat with you about them sometime over a bottle of something strong in a more relaxed setting. For now, all I can say is that we don't have a choice. Those bloated corpses are throwing granite at us under the guise of a "civilized" society, and we have to reluctantly gnaw on it with our teeth. But there's no civilization here at all. Only a single hair separates a person from bloodthirsty animal savagery, believe me.
"You'd better inquire about weapons and supplies from the Minnese brothers at 'The Horn' and 'The Point'," explained one of the market vendors, "we don't trade in that, but they have a good business going."
- I'll definitely visit them, buy some goods, a souvenir, and tell all my acquaintances. The Minnese brothers are the best brothers," Helmut nodded and, silently cursing, headed to the pet store. - Listen, Gale," the sergeant addressed another companion. "Isn't Liskev the town to the west, not far from Riversdale? So, you also know these places well. Don't you remember anything about the forest that might be useful to us? Although, you're supposedly from the guard, so you've been in the city all the time... What's the crime situation like there? Is there a chance that our gang is from there? Maybe you can remember something, any leads? You're supposed to be a street person."
I'm interested in the offer to "demonstrate diplomatic talents."
I've seen pictures with a similar plot, but there was a female diplomat in them.
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