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Marble statue of Arteria
Protects the house from robbers and thieves.

If we move, we'll take it with us.

"Well, that was something," Mirastir thought as he entered the house with the others, brushing confetti from his hair into his palm. "It's a shame Yuisis and Cleona didn't come with us. But you can't blame them; Cleona, with her white hair, is entitled to be a little capricious."

For someone who, according to his own words, was not a follower of Artery, Inar Anluki seemed to harbor a suspiciously strong sympathy for both, if Leia's words were to be believed, the Artery rituals and the goddess herself. However, Linderia found it difficult to blame the old lisliar – from her own experience, most Artery followers were easygoing and pleasant people to interact with. At least, those who followed the orthodox texts, with which the witch, being a native of Moenia, was quite familiar. But when it came to their more liberal interpretation, which was just a step away from heresy, things became more complicated. It was enough to remember Titania Minerva.
Linderia also found it somewhat amusing that the semi-abandoned property of Mr. Anluki looked almost richer inside than his own residence. Especially when her gaze fell on the obviously expensive statue that adorned the main hall of the temporary haven of the "Golden Griffin." Although the reason for such a contrast was clear to the girl.

"Someday, I'll present him with a statue of Inar too."
- Well, let's rest today. After such a busy and eventful day, it's just what we need. Alm, Rish - bring in the supplies! Kaya, Viola - heat up some water. Louise, Harmid - help out," he made a broad gesture to the other companions. - You too, don't hesitate, settle in, choose your rooms. Zakharka - put a few bottles of my home-brewed wine on the table for now! For a good night's sleep after a hard day, mmm! The best remedy...
The servants bustled about, things were brought in, and people settled in...
And only the unfortunate Waldemar in solitary confinement was going crazy from writing lines...

“In that case, I accept your invitation with pleasure!” Rogdan strolled leisurely through the house, examining its interior with great interest. Stopping at a statue, he hummed thoughtfully and shook his head in time with his own thoughts. “Of course, it would be nice to place one of the great heroes here. Alas, my legendary collection of figurines was lost in the family estate... But as my mother used to say, Arteria is also, in her own way, an incomparable heroine. Hmm...” “You should rest, boss,” Zerek interrupted gently. “Tomorrow is full of plans and all that.” “Yes, yes, perhaps.” The baron found a free space in one of the rooms, then unpacked his travel bag, took out his favorite book, gently smoothed the worn cover, placed it on the table, and then headed to the table. “And now, a feast!” “Now that’s what I call our style,” the adventurer rejoiced. “Not that we deserve such a feast... But why refuse food and drink?” Ilencia agreed. “And you, Sir Darbon?” Rogdan addressed the old man, who was hurrying to the far rooms of their dwelling. “Please, join us!” “Thank you, I already ate earlier,” the sorcerer protested apologetically. “Well, don’t starve yourself unnecessarily. You, like all our comrades, need to be healthy and in the best shape! You are always welcome here.” Finding a place away from the noise of numerous drunken gulps, hurried running, and the chatter of the servants, Darbon curled up on his side, placing his belongings under his head, and soon fell into a deep sleep. After a day full of chores and stress, he wanted to see something calm and peaceful in his dreams. we can probably skip to the middle of day 2 if no one objects

Iv joined Ilsenia and Zerek. He ate exactly as much as he needed. If there was compote, he drank it; the Serb didn't drink alcohol.

I sleep next to the Heroes forum members, away from the NPCs (if that matters). In the morning, I go to biology class.

Fixed.

He actually dislikes the fanatics of Artheria more than the goddess herself. He's not 5 years old anymore to still be upset with the goddess for taking his mother.

After Viola completed her master’s instructions and participated in the evening meal, she approached the statue of Artheria and, ensuring that no one would disturb her, offered a prayer to the Goddess, expressing gratitude for another beautiful day.

After a grueling workout and a preliminary job interview, Sean met with the rest of the group and headed to their temporary haven. There, the guy, along with his other comrades, celebrated their new place, drank some wine, and had a meal before going to sleep to face the new day with renewed energy.

But as my mother used to say, Artery is also, in her own way, an unparalleled heroine. Hmm...

-- I beg you, Artery is the Greatest, -- Mirastir interjected. -- It's not for nothing that the entire continent speaks her name with love.
The Gladiator clinked glasses with everyone and then went to his room. Today was a hard day for him.

-- I implore you, Arteria – the Greatest, -- Mirastir interjected. -- It's not without reason that the entire continent speaks the name of Love.

Shen simply doesn't like fanatics like that.

That’s exactly the kind of fanaticism Shen dislikes.

Come on, he only expressed his opinion once, and it wasn't with any claims or aggression, just for the sake of correctness. If it were a paladin or a priestess/valkyrie, you would have heard a whole lecture, and then ended up with a bunch of educational pamphlets in your hands.

Well, Shen didn't say anything nasty to Mirastir either. He just made a mental note.

Let him save his skip votes; he still has to listen to Mirastir praising his Beloved and boasting about himself, and that will take up considerably more time...

I just mentally made a note of it.

- Aha, I see... - Shen made a note in his mental notebook and decided that he should stay away from this fanatic.