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She's busy right now, but if anything comes up, Shen isn't eating anything. He had a lot of tea before arriving and is full. So, he's not participating in any revelry or drinking, and he's not eating buckwheat with overcooked cutlets; he's just following everyone else.

Do you really think that meat patties should contain pieces of fruit?

With pieces of our squad members from Tiaral.

He doesn't participate in drinking parties
He doesn't participate in revelries
He also doesn't eat buckwheat with cutlets
He follows everyone else

Over the past 24 hours, you have influenced the morale of other users too much; your powers are now depleted. You will be able to influence the morale of users again after 24 hours.

=(

let's go

Mirastir and Zerek gain +1 to Endurance.

Having finished their revelry, the group set off towards their destination – Clematis, the capital of the empire. It took them several days, but the journey was uneventful. However... As soon as they passed through the city gates, they hadn't even had time to look around when a cavalry detachment of well-armed riders galloped up to them. The girl at the head of the group cast a disdainful glance at them.
— Disgusting scum! — she shouted at them. — Dirty illegals! Cowardly smugglers!

– Remember yourself, woman! – Valdemar, straightening up proudly, stepped forward – I, Valdemar Karafa, son of the mighty Lord Shafir Karafa, a nobleman in the eleventh generation, tell you: state your name, you dishonorable chatterbox, before speaking to men!

Hey, haven't you been pierced by a spear in a while?

Mirastir merely looked down with disdain at the cavalry charge, taking no action. Except, perhaps, he briefly showed interest in the hair color of the woman who addressed them. Just in case.

There are 30 of us. Everyone is fine; the scouts and couriers delivered the loot.

Even if there are a hundred of us, there will be more guards in the city.

- Hmm... It's clear that the local bandits are lacking in manners, - yawned the merchant.

Rogdan spent the journey rereading his favorite book, and, inspired by stories of great heroes, he did not expect such a cold reception.

— You are the scum of society! — she exclaimed loudly. — Dirty illegals! Cowardly smugglers!

— Gentlemen, please, let's avoid insults. As for your statement, firstly, there is no "scum" here, nor are there any illegal immigrants or cowardly bandits.

Yves recounted the number of riders, looked around to see if they had any reinforcements, and prepared for the worst-case scenario, taking his bow off his shoulder and placing an arrow on it.