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What horror! Enough! Not another word! We must call the guard or take this man to the place of confinement ourselves, and immediately notify the inquisitors of his terrible deeds so that a sacred trial can be conducted. And this heretical abomination – he nodded at the book – let it remain as proof. And shut his mouth so that no more vile words come out of him!

And what about them? Don't they file complaints against thieves?...

-Not at all. I only recently arrived in the city and want to find a place for myself here. I hoped that maybe you would have some work available.

Helmut rushed over to Vigg, clamped his mouth shut, and pulled him back a couple of steps along the already traversed stretch of land, behind the nearest tree.
- Khuliy! - He signaled to the fighter to help free his comrade from the trap. - Mek, look! Gale, keep watch!
Trying to do all this as quickly as possible, he continuously glanced around, his gaze sweeping across the gnarled trunks and clawed branches, expecting an attack or some unidentified movement at any moment.

He tries unobtrusively to join one or another group of high-ranking people, while trying not to offend their feelings of aesthetics and ethics - that is, the main thing is not to impose himself. Mirna is with him and also tries to help him guess the mood of the person.

Heroist-What horror! Enough! Not another word! Delos, we need to call the guard or take this man to the place of detention ourselves, and immediately notify the inquisitors about his terrible deeds in order to conduct a sacred trial. And let this heretical filth remain as evidence for them," he nodded towards the book, "and shut his mouth so that no more vile words come out of it!

The historian didn't resist the arrest more than necessary, but he couldn't stop talking.
— And I'll roll the Instructor into a pretzel and shove him right in, — the writer continued to talk in this manner throughout, and only stopped when a gag was stuffed in his mouth.
After that, he was escorted to a special prison cell on the lower levels of the building next to the church.
— This is a very serious crime, — Mirina explained with a heavy voice, after everything that had happened, when she was left alone with Ahelsium, — we will have to hand this man over to the Inquisition.
Then she suggested that the clergyman take the next day off to rest after everything he had experienced.

During their time at this gathering, Lex and Mirna had the opportunity to exchange words with Eric Grimm, the son of Girion Grimm.

— Do you want to stand guard for sixteen hours and go on patrols?

The historian didn't resist the arrest more than necessary, but he couldn't stop talking.
—I'll roll the Instructor into a pretzel and shove him in, — the writer continued to talk in this vein throughout, and only stopped when a gag was stuffed in his mouth.
After that, he was escorted to a special prison cell in the lower levels of the building next to the church.
—This is a very serious crime, — Mirina said with a heavy voice, after everything that had happened, when she was left alone with Ahelsiy, — we will have to hand this man over to the Inquisition.
Then she suggested that the clergyman take the next day off to rest after everything he had experienced.

- And what is its size? If the creature is large, it might be impossible to defeat it.
- What do you know about manticores, Amanda? Maybe they have a weakness.

-- Excuse me, may I join you? -- Lex asked, joining the company of the warrior. Waiting for an answer, he continued, -- I am Lex, and this is Mirna, my companion. It's a little strange to see such a warrior as you feeling a bit out of place at this gathering, considering that we are celebrating a major military victory.
Mirna did not hide her interest in the warriors' conversations -- would they finally talk about who they fought, how, and, most importantly, what they fought for?

-Damn, you described it in such a way that it doesn't sound very appealing. I have a friend who served in the guard, well, in Menas, actually, and he told me all sorts of things - how he broke into the homes of criminals, kicking the door open and shooting everyone with a crossbow, how he chased bandits on horseback, how he tracked a maniac for a long time, searching for clues one by one. Is there none of that?

Then, recovering a little, Achelsius tried to pull himself together and calm down. —Yes, perhaps you are right, — he replied to the abbess's suggestion. —You have probably encountered such... madmen more than once, but I am witnessing something like this for the first time, please forgive my inexperience. Perhaps I really should take a break and gather my strength so as not to let down the people who may still need my help and support.

For the warriors of Haven, this is a celebration, but for the aristocrats of Silvergard, it's nothing more than a tiresome obligation. After all, ignoring an invitation from someone who happens to be your king's brother is quite difficult. But to be honest, I myself don't feel much joy about what happened, although that may seem strange coming from a man known for his love of battles.

— They aren't very smart and probably can't tell the difference between an archer and a swordsman, preferring to eliminate the nearest enemies rather than the most dangerous ones.

2. Garia.
Flies, has poisoned claws, lives in the mountains.

— They aren't very smart and are unlikely to distinguish an archer from a swordsman, preferring to eliminate the nearest opponents rather than the most dangerous ones.