Posts from 🎀 Wisteria 🎀

"Well, yes, he's a kleptomaniac, but he's also a great hero, so we shouldn't criticize him."

You know, your Meido is getting out of hand. If you don't keep an eye on him now, he won't amount to anything in the future.

As he headed towards the Astrologers' Guild, Shen passed by the "Salamander" eatery and noticed Meido, a new member of the "Griffins," sitting at one of the outdoor tables. Rogdan and his companions had brought him there the previous evening. He was sitting with a stranger, who was complaining to him about his wife leaving him.
— I'm telling you, brother, you're looking at this the wrong way," Meido said, pouring a drink for himself and his companion. "You should be glad you're free from these shackles!
— But how can I live without my darling...?" The man drained his glass. "I can't bear the thought of her being with someone else... You know, are you sure you want to treat me? We don't even know each other that well...
— Ha-ha, don't worry about it! One of my close friends shared this money with me, and I can't think of a better way to use it than to help someone in need!
— ... You're such a nice guy, M... M... What was your name again?..
— Meido," the ascetic said with a wide smile. "So, listen, do you see that woman?" He gestured towards a woman sitting nearby. "Do you see the wedding ring on her finger? Well, that's like a slave collar fastened around her neck.
— But... What about love... Loyalty...
— Those are just sweet words that the state, the church, and society use to lure people into a trap from which they can never escape without outside help," Meido shook his head. "Imagine she wants someone's warmth, but her husband isn't around. What should she do then? Or maybe she loves several people equally. Should she choose?
— Well... Hic!" The man wasn't eating anything and was getting drunk quickly. "E-everyone has to sacrifice something...
— But they're just forcing you to think that way. Do we really need some kind of metal or certificates to love each other? It's all unnatural, brother. And do you know what's the worst thing?
— W-what?..
— WHAT WILL PEOPLE SAY!" Meido raised his hands to the sky and said this phrase in a loud voice, which momentarily attracted several questioning glances. "That's what. It's the most powerful of society's curses, when your actions, and sometimes even your thoughts, are dictated by the fickle opinion of society. But hiding your emotions and desires behind thick masks is not how a person should live.

“Oh, come now, you’re exaggerating my knowledge. — Rogdan waved his hand. — Great personalities are like rays of the sun: you can never fully enjoy their light, and every day new ones come into our world to illuminate our souls and hearts! But someday, I’m sure, I will manage to gather the greatest collection of heroes of antiquity in my mind.”

— Well, in that case, I won’t stop you from adding to your collection. Enjoy your reading, Mr. Kraffmeyer.

Happy with his day, Mirastir went to the Temple of Arteria, as it was nearby, so why not stop by. There he saw that he wasn’t the first griffin at the temple today.
When Rogdan talks to Linderney (go asynchronously), Mirastir also addresses him.
— Here, Sir Rogdan, take a look, you might find it interesting, — the big fellow showed a sign. — I had the honor of talking to the very master of wood and stone who is the author of the marble statue of Arteria in the hall of our organization. And he is willing to make more if we get the materials for him. I am sure that a new statue would be a wonderful addition to our interior and a conduit for Arteria’s blessing.

—A statue, you say? —Rogdan carefully examined the plaque. —Could your master create something similar, but for one of the great heroes?

Ultimately, due to her foolishness and naiveté, she was forced to engage in mercenary activities to pay off the debts that had been fraudulently imposed upon her. This period in her life made Arcisia begin to appreciate the peaceful tranquility of her homeland, and from a certain point, she began to involuntarily pray to Arteria: every time she had to go into battle or witness any tragedies.

During one of the missions, Arcisia's squad was completely destroyed, but she survived thanks to divine intervention.

-- Valdemar Karafa, a nobleman from Lisliar, -- Valdemar began, but stopped when he heard the chime of common sense in his head.
"Be careful! Remember what happened last time?"
Exactly. Watch your words, Valdemar.
-- I haven't been in this country for long, and I can't fully judge it. The capital is the facade of the state, but the building stands on a foundation and is held together by a frame. What do the feudal lords live on? Are the fields fertile, and are the peasants diligent in their work? Does man conquer the land, or is he conquered by it? No, it's too early for me to judge the country. As for Clematis... it's impressive. It seems that nothing that the mind can imagine cannot be found here. The Arterian paradigm, of course, has also crept in here with its clawed paw, to my great displeasure and to the detriment of the country. And -- bureaucracy, the scourge of all humanism, is clearly beyond all reason. Otherwise, there is room for everyone to live here, except for the talentless serfs, but that is their place -- at the bottom of existence. I approve of expansion. The opportunity is the right -- isn't it? I think I've said everything.

-- I have no idea, -- Mirastir replied honestly. -- But I doubt he had any other statuettes in his workshop besides the Artherian ones. The man is trained in a narrow specialization.

After observing the entire scene, Shen concluded that he should report what he had seen and heard to his superiors, and what kind of person had joined the organization. Not that he planned to convince anyone to get rid of this shady character, but it would be good for everyone to understand who they were dealing with.
Therefore, the warrior simply went where he had planned to go from the beginning – to the astrologers' guild.