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— ... Given what has happened, it is quite possible that your comrades are worried or puzzled by your unexpected disappearance, master.

The hand-rolled cigarette burned his fingers. He crushed the butt in his palm and continued, frowning, looking at each of them in turn.
-- So, in any case, the enemy threatens us from above. He is strong and vigilant, and he will crush us as soon as he wants to. And therefore, I urge you to act cunningly, cautiously, with ingenuity and guile! First: if you fall into the snake's coils, pretend to be dead, and its grip will weaken. For us, this means pretending to be idiots. Look for Rogdan. You can even put up missing person posters. You can even leave the city for a while. One day they will realize that we are still capable of counting to two, but we will have time. Second: I am sure that our leader was left alive. They need Fay, which means they still need her master. Whatever they want, we have the opportunity to observe for now. We must note every, smallest detail in order to understand our enemy. He who knows the enemy and knows himself will prevail. Last. War has been declared on us. And if we are not ready to rise as a united front against the threat, if we are not ready to fight for what we believe in, if we leave our commander and friend in trouble, then there was no point in creating this squad at all! If anyone here is not ready for the big game, if anyone hides their head in the sand, if anyone is more afraid of death than dishonor, then it is better to leave now, because from today we have crossed a dangerous line. If there are any such people, the exit is there! -- he pointed to the door. Blood rushed to his face, it became difficult to breathe, and the speech tired him greatly. -- You are free. For now, act at your discretion, but I will remind you: be ubiquitous, all-seeing, all-hearing, and very cautious. I think things will become a little clearer on Monday. Or maybe one more of you will end up in the dungeons. Louise, bring me some water.

Fortunately, there was such a person in the "Golden Griffin," and as far as Lindernee knew, he wasn't particularly stubborn. This man was Darbon, and she went to find him.

—G-good day, Miss Orphidia. —The wizard bowed low, slightly flustered by the unexpected visit. —Is there anything I can do for you?

— You can call me Linderia, Darbon. And good day to you, — the Moenian smiled relaxedly. — You’re right, I would like to ask you for help with a certain undertaking. An undertaking that will require your skills as a chronomancer. Possibly. As a precaution. It’s not a given that you’ll actually have to use magic, — Linderia paused briefly so as not to overwhelm the old man with a whole stream of information at once. — You see, I’m thinking of spending some money on a potion that could potentially be useful to me. But there’s a small, very small, snag in the form of possible side effects. Fortunately, they manifest immediately. And, essentially, I need your help to reverse these effects with your magic, should they occur, — having finished her explanation, the girl looked expectantly at the sorcerer. — So, will you help a comrade in need?

Upcoming reforms
According to the official government statement, organized crime syndicates – opponents of the imperial government – are responsible for the murder/attempted murder of the priestess Arteria. In light of what happened, the government intends to introduce new laws to improve security in the country and carry out all necessary operations to track down and eliminate terrorists.

Just so you don't get confused: Saturday was spent searching for Rogdan/participating in events related to the march/doing something else (e.g., Yves could attend a biology lecture, as his mentor wasn't particularly interested in what was happening in the city).

Actually, this is probably related to the letters addressed to them.