Posts from 🎀 Wisteria 🎀

— The ability to never give up and to see the good in everything is a rare, but very valuable trait. — Mikonia commented, preparing to return home. — Mirastir, I wish you good luck on the path you have chosen for yourself.

-Master Raphael! Remember, I said I wanted to talk to you about something else? Well, here it is. In recent days, I have been feeling a strong sense of hatred and anger, so strong that I sometimes need to deliberately focus to drive these thoughts out of my head. And this feeling is directed at one person - Master Rogdan Kraffmeyer. This is very strange, because he hasn't even said or done anything to me. I have never hated anyone before. At first, I thought I was sinning with these thoughts and tried to suppress this feeling with prayers, but even they don't help. It seems very unnatural to me. I even wanted to ask for help from a priestess in the Temple, but I was afraid that my... uh... that because I am a slave, the curse of slavery might kill me. But I can't live with this feeling of hatred in my soul anymore; it is poisoning my soul and heart. Maybe you have some ideas about what might help me?

First of all, the adventurer waited until Raphael Kosto was ready to receive him, after which he addressed him:
—Mr. Kosto, I have a business proposal for you. I heard from my boss that you opened a shop somewhere in the city. Well, here's the thing: I inherited some valuables from my beloved grandmother, you know, jewelry and various precious items. But the problem is, I don't know where or how to sell them, and I don't want to get ripped off or cheated. Maybe you could help me out? And in return, of course, I'll give you a percentage...

- Wine, - he replied, placing a bottle of the strongest kind on the table. - And also special tobacco and women. These simple things in abundance leave no room for hatred.
He poured two glasses - one for himself and one for Viola, took a large gulp of his, and poured another.
- I don't know about you, but I plan to pass out like this today. Check it out, maybe it will help you too.

Barely remembering the city map, the old man had no idea how to spend his day. Lost in thought about recent events, he didn't even notice how his old legs led him through the secluded streets of the unsafe part of Clematis, all the way to the Nameless House.

-- Thank you from the bottom of my heart! I also wish you to achieve all your goals; you are a good, even excellent, listener!

The unnamed house turned out to be an abandoned-looking building a few blocks from their headquarters. Its door was slightly ajar, so nothing prevented them from entering.

Myconia thanked Mirastir and, before leaving, handed him an envelope with his reward.

Mirastir
+1800 air

—Oh, Lord Rogdan, what a surprise, — Baron Kraffmeyer meets Yuisis and Cleona at the entrance to the church, — good day. To be honest, I didn't expect to see you in such a place, although, perhaps, it's not for us to talk about it, ha-ha...

—Do you want a new eye? — The Cryptid, without asking permission, removed the bandage from her summoner and thoughtfully assessed what appeared before her own eyes. —Hmm... Go lie down, — the Sylph pointed to one of the beds, — it will be as good as new. Just tell me right away if you have any other wishes, because I won't do this a second time.

- Well, I haven't opened it yet, I plan to inspect the place first. If everything works out, I might try to open it. But should I do it? It's from my grandmother. Sentimental value can't be bought easily.

The "Nameless House" turned out to be a seemingly abandoned building a few blocks from their headquarters. Its door was slightly ajar, so nothing prevented entering.

Upon entering the sculptor's house (the door wasn't locked), Mirastir's eyes met a rather strange room, its peculiarity stemming from the complete absence of furniture: only a wooden floor, wooden walls, and a wooden ceiling all around. The only things present besides this were hundreds of statuettes of various sizes, each depicting the goddess of love. There was a kind Arteria, a caring Arteria, Arteria with a sinister grin, a weeping Arteria, a warlike Arteria, and many other Artenias. In the center of the room, a man sat carving another statuette from wood. Judging by his long, gray hair and numerous wrinkles, he was not young, yet his large, calloused hands exuded great strength, and a large scar that stretched across his entire back, from shoulder to waist, spoke of a life that had not been easy. He didn't react to Mirastir's entrance in any way.

—My friends, as always, I am immensely glad to see you all in good health! And I, on the advice of some good acquaintances, decided to visit the local church library. Finding good literature to read can sometimes be difficult, but, as far as I know, the books here might appeal to both local clergy and scholars and historians. And what about you? If it's not a secret, have you also decided to explore this wonderful place?

—Any wishes? — Ilensiya pondered for a moment, but then dismissed these thoughts. — No, unless I can see properly again, so I don't swing my sword past the enemy, that's all the happiness I need. She obediently lay down on the bed, feeling the anxious thumping of her own heart.

Overcoming the sudden urge to leave, Darbon tiptoed to the house and listened. He remembered the story about the haunted house he had heard in one of the roadside taverns. If everything was still quiet, the sorcerer cautiously opened the door and peered inside.

"Amazing! Incredible!" – the gladiator examined the numerous figurines; it was difficult to tear his gaze away, considering the unusual and diverse images and ideas that the creator put into his creations. Mirastir even wondered if this man could also be a master of stone and created that marble statue that stood in the headquarters of the "Golden Griffins"? However, that was unlikely; it would be too much.
The gladiator waited for a while until the master himself was distracted or paused for a second, and cleared his throat loudly.