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Beleroth indifferently observed the aftermath of the recent battle. The only thing that could pique his interest were the mysterious black spheres, but that was just another item on the long list of changes in the mortals’ approach to warfare over the centuries he had spent in the bracelet. Otherwise, such battle results were extremely familiar to him, as his new master had correctly assumed.
— Undoubtedly, — the demon nodded, — in the end, your entire world is just one disgusting sight to me.
I'm trying to figure out from a distance what those spheres are and where that mage will be coming from (maybe there are identifying marks on his clothes).
From that distance, Tarion is unable to make out any identifying marks. The spheres were also unclear.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
-- It's been a busy day, -- Decimus commented, looking at the city street. His room's windows faced the sea, and from the second floor, there was a great view, even though Grelli's house was located in the human district. -- Ugh, the hustle and bustle! -- This might work in our favor, -- his father, already in a frock coat, hat, and with his usual cane in hand, silently appeared in the doorway.
-- What? There are soldiers everywhere, everyone is on alert. -- When the enemy attacks from the outside and life is in danger, no one remembers the internal enemy and the danger that threatens the wallet. You still have a lot to learn, Decimus. I'm going to see our people. Stay here until I return.
-- Or not. Quint, after first looking out the window and seeing who had arrived, went to open the door.
A ten-year-old son of one of the members of the guild arrived. - Good morning, Mr. Grelli! Olivia is collecting flowers in the east. This code meant that, by order of Modain, Quint was required to attend a guild meeting at 3:15 PM.
Modain Ragdras
For a long time, Modain was the gray cardinal of the Axot guild. He would have remained so if it weren't for the foolish death of the young and ambitious Ansiel Rozron, which ended one of the oldest thief lineages. He died after falling from a horse. At that time, the situation in the city was bad. Several failed operations seriously undermined the stability of the cell. No one wanted to take responsibility for the future of the organization. No one except Modain. Soon, the situation improved, and stability returned. Which suited the new boss just fine.
It is not known exactly how old Modain is. But Quint knows that he remembers his great-great-grandfather. In addition to his underground activities, the head of the guild owns a local theater, where he spends a lot of time. The skeleton speaks in metaphors, riddles, and hints. In contrast to this, he can sometimes be extremely straightforward. He communicates with the help of a magical raven. The raven's voice is not bird-like, but human (a middle-aged man). Over the years, he has earned a reputation as a crystal-clear and fair person, if one can say that about a thief. He always divides the loot fairly, commensurate with the effort invested by each of the participants. Modain is most interested in two things: how to carry out perfectly clean robberies and how to delight people with performances in the theater. He is extremely negative about murders during operations. He believes that the main thing in the art of thievery is to make sure that your victim doesn't notice anything at all and never understands how they were robbed. And anyone can slit throats and rob the dead. He strongly disapproves of drunkenness and drug use. He quickly gets rid of people who indulge in such things. He treats Quint and his son coolly, calling them mad wolves, but he has never had any serious complaints about them for no reason.
Added 1 minute ago Drakkosha
Tiolas slowed down and watches what will happen.
Tiolas watches as the elf and the giant are huddled together and discussing something.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- So, gentlemen, you've already cleared the ditch, and the horse made it through, - he nodded and smiled at the girl. - And it's not right for a lady to soil her shoes with road dirt. The Knight brushed off his hands and introduced himself to the merchant. - Sid Vander, at your service. That's right, I used to serve; now I'm retired, but still active, traveling around. I heard something interesting is brewing in Axoth, so I decided to take a look. And it seems you're here on business too, - he nodded towards the cart.
—Well, what a meeting. —the fairy greeted him. —I didn't expect to see familiar faces here. Life goes on as usual. I was just going to take a look around the town. With a brief reply, the fairy demonstratively surveyed the carnage that had taken place at the city walls. —I see we have another war? It seems you're not bored here at all.
Later.
- Yeah, yeah! There's no time to get bored, Fel! Dude, this is a great town! I'm telling you! There's such an awesome brothel here... - Here we go again, - the orc rolled his eyes and walked away, continuing to practice with his sword. - Well, since you know him, Gadrel, let him pass, - said the man and also walked away. The dwarf begins his story.
Felian can politely interrupt him if needed.
Added 5 minutes later Lustful Warship
Too bad I didn't take the assassin ability, I can't really chop off heads now. - Give me your sword.
Hanzo was strong and, with a little effort, lifted the orc's sword. But he would hardly be able to fight with it. - Heh, you don't look that strong, - said the dwarf. - Well, go ahead then, - said the man. The orc simply nodded approvingly at Hanzo and took his sword.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- So, gentlemen, you've already dug a ditch here, and the horse made it through, - he nodded and smiled at the girl. - And it's not right for a lady to get her shoes dirty with road grime. The knight brushed his hands and introduced himself to the merchant. - Sid Vander, at your service. That's right, I used to serve; now I'm retired, but I'm still active, traveling around. I heard that something interesting is brewing in Axoth, so I decided to take a look. And you, it seems, are also on business, - he nodded towards the cart.
The girl smiled in response. - Yes, I'm transporting the remaining belongings to the city. I decided to move to Axoth with my family. The taxes there are minimal. By the way, this is my daughter, Nysho. Why are you so quiet? Say thank you that you won't have to walk! - Thank you very much, Mr. Sid, - said the girl in a languid and ingratiating voice. - Alright, we need to go. Come with us. It will be faster, - the merchant suggested to Sid.
Added 35 seconds ago Heroist
and if I want to listen...
You can listen. Are you listening?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Alright, let's go, - the elf commanded, considering that they would have to pass by the camp anyway, and perhaps they could get a better look at the wizard and his spheres.
Fey approached them.
- Greetings. What happened here?
The elf was looking towards the city and didn't notice the stranger approaching them.
- Oh, what happened? - he blurted out in surprise. - Ah, yes, there must have been a battle, what else. - the elf replied, processing the question. - We just arrived, so we don't know the details.
In an attempt to pass the time, Quint retreated to the library, but the books couldn't capture his attention. His son's return from university had already disrupted the usual flow of life, and now Axoth would become even more狂 than usual. Grelli slammed the collection of classic tragedies shut in annoyance. Remembering Mordain, Quint suddenly thought that if he had to live that long, he would lose his mind long before his hundredth birthday.
He left the house before noon and slowly headed towards the meeting place, taking a considerable detour along the coast.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
- Oh, what happened? - he blurted out, surprised. - Ah, yes, there must have been a battle here, what else could it be. - replied the elf, after considering the question. - We just arrived, so we don't know the details.
- I see. I thought you might know something. But since you, like me, just arrived... That's a shame. Are you heading to the town?
- Yeah, yeah! There's no time to get bored, Fel! This city is awesome! I'm telling you! There's such an amazing brothel here... - Here we go again, - the orc rolled his eyes and walked away, continuing to practice with his sword. - Well, since you know him, Gadrel, let him pass, - said the man and also walked away. The dwarf begins his story.
Fey nodded briefly to the two legionaries, but didn't interrupt the delighted dwarf.
In an attempt to pass the time, Quint retreated to the library, but the books failed to capture his attention. His son's return from university had already disrupted the usual course of life, and now Axoth would become even more insane than usual. Grelli slammed the collection of classical tragedies shut in annoyance. Remembering Mordain, Quint suddenly thought that if he had to live that long, he would lose his mind long before his hundredth anniversary.
He left the house before noon and calmly headed to the meeting place, taking a considerable detour along the coast.
Arriving at the location, a small, abandoned house in the backstreets of Axoth, Quint passed the usual security check at the entrance and headed to the meeting room. Along the way, he was intercepted by Bethor.
Artisan and merchant. He is engaged in the production and sale of some useful goods. Cheerful and cheerful. He treats Quint and Decimus well.
- Oh, hello Quint! I see you're still alive. How are your people doing, did they survive the siege?
Added 3 minutes ago Morning
- And that's true," Sid agreed and moved to a free seat. "I was hoping to arrive before sunset, but this is even better.
The free seat was next to the merchant's daughter. While they were traveling, Nisho decided to chat with Sid. - Mr. Sid, you are so strong, you probably train a lot?
Added 6 minutes ago Heroist
Fey nodded briefly to the two legionaries, but did not interrupt the delighted dwarf.
- So, it's called Rainbow! It really is a rainbow! - said the dwarf, widening his eyes and opening his mouth. - They even have a troll girl! I'll tell you a secret, as soon as the shift ends, I'm going to throw my huge axe at her a couple of times! Ah-ha-ha-ha. They have everything there. And there are men. Heh-heh. Can you imagine?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
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