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actually, it's more likely the same person (the orc's husband). We'll encounter Alum there, and we'll have a choice: either help him or kill him and help the summoners.

I understand that Alma shouldn't be sent on assassination missions for now. We're already on thin ice, and now Yuissisa and Cleona will be accused of killing orcs – they were in Blixite, there are witnesses, and there are travel documents.

I think it would have been better not to take on such quests in the first place, especially after the scene with Braheia.

The Orcish woman is a great five-star heroine from the past, summoned by the man to whom Yuisis was sent. He fell in love with her and decided to marry her.

—Blixit? Sounds like a good way to unwind. —Zerek declared. —How far is it? —Ilensiya asked. —We’ll definitely make it before the end of the day. —Well, that works. I’m already getting tired of this city. —The knight made a slicing motion across her throat. —Darboss, buddy, you won’t leave us, will you? —Zerek slapped the wizard on the shoulder. —Ehh... but... —he grumbled. —That’s great! —Hold on, let him speak. —S-sorry, I... I’m a little tired. —Darbon mumbled apologetically. —Well, what can you do. Sorry, I’ve probably annoyed you enough today. if Yuisis is going, two of mine will go with him, the old man won’t

By the end of the game, out of all the player characters, only Darbon will remain alive/not in a dungeon.

I think the opposite might be true – those who leave will not end up in the Dungeon.

He's too old for this shit.

What do you even think will happen to you? You live in a good, prosperous country with competent leadership.

I think the opposite might be true here – those who leave will not end up in the Dungeon in Blixit.

Unless they were planning to arrest us today.

I'm using Alex's Araid tactic; someone is bound to survive.

Valdemar, with an elegant gesture of his index and middle fingers, first pointed to the sake and the drinking bowl, then to the elf – pour it, he seemed to say, it's not befitting for a nobleman to reach across the table – and sprawled on the sofa. Good... Now that he was back home, even though it was in the Mirai district.
Valdemar was a happy man. Not because he was born rich, not because the gods had blessed him with good health, but primarily because he knew how to fully immerse himself in the present moment, freeing himself from all unnecessary reflection. Soon it would be even better: his stomach would feel full, the muscle fatigue would give way to a pleasant languor, and, intoxicated, he would boast, pat the waitress, and laugh incessantly.
“Sit down,” he said, but since the aristocrat’s body was positioned diagonally and occupied almost the entire sofa, the elf would have to sit on his lap. “By the way... Why are only daughters of your people entertaining guests here? The Mirai people must simply be stingy, and I can understand them,” – a slight shadow passed over Valdemar’s face, but it could have just been a trick of the light. “But why specifically elves?”

What do you even think will happen to you? You live in a good, prosperous country with competent leadership.

That's probably why the country is thriving – anyone who refuses to thrive ends up in a well-known place...

- If it's not too far, we can go there; besides, I'm getting tired of being in the city, - Scipio replied. - But should I take my brother with me, or is it better not to scare the villagers? Not everyone might react well to him.

— We’re liked by the locals,” Mellona replied, settling comfortably into the only available seat and simultaneously pouring drinks: a generous portion for the visitor and a little for herself. “We come from the backwoods, and we need to find work somewhere, and this place pays well, and the work isn’t too hard. And you, sir? Do you also have a fondness for elves?”

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— It might not be the most elegant solution, but what about using a helmet or something like that? — Yuisis turned to the skeleton. — What do you think, Claudius?

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Meanwhile, the others were busy with their own affairs…

On Sunday evening, a small group of men gathered near the “Golden Griffin” headquarters. The vast majority were residents of Lower Clematis. The only exception was a well-dressed young man, about twenty years old.
— Please, you are our last hope,” said a woman who looked sad, and a tall man, presumably her husband, put his arm around her. “If this doesn’t help, then I don’t know what to do.”
— To be honest,” the man began, “we were hesitant about coming here. The announcement in the guild looks, to say the least… dubious. But after talking to you, Professor Meido, I’m convinced that if anyone can help our son, it’s you.”
— Not professor, but brother. It’s because people in medicine use all sorts of titles and distance themselves from their patients that they fail to understand what they’re going through, and that’s why the therapy is ineffective. Treatment without empathy won’t solve anyone’s problem.
— That’s true,” the man agreed. “Well, in that case, he’s in your hands.”

After saying goodbye to the couple, Meido returned to the gathered crowd. He was met either with the disgruntled faces of those who didn’t want to be there or with the desperate faces of those who wanted to get rid of their addiction but didn’t believe in their chances or in the effectiveness of the upcoming treatment. Meido had three assistants that day: a well-dressed man and two women. The first was constantly bustling around him, performing various small tasks, while the other two were dressed as nurses. The hero of the past talked with each of those gathered, allowing them to share their life experiences with each other, and then the session reached its climax.
— Now, about the most important thing,” Meido paused so that those gathered could appreciate the importance of what he was about to say. “The first thing you need to do to get rid of the problem is to admit that there is no problem!” He was met with a large number of puzzled looks and various questions, but he was able to give a logical answer to each of them, according to his worldview, and then continued his speech. “Don’t give in to the insidious society and give up your desires! If you want to sing, sing! If you want to drink, drink!” With a snap of his fingers, Meido’s “nurses” wheeled out barrels of alcohol and placed them in a prominent place, and then handed out large glasses to those present. “Your problem is that you are trying to go against your nature and your desires, you are limiting yourself at the demand of society, and when you fail to do so, you experience double disappointment. But you don’t need to do that. And alcohol, what is it? It heals both the mind and the soul.” After a short time, the glasses filled by the nurses were in the hands of those gathered. Some simply couldn’t resist the sight of alcohol in front of them, some were deeply impressed by Meido’s speeches, and some were simply embarrassed to stand up and leave. “Well, friends, to the recovery of your spirit!”
And they began to drink. One barrel followed another, and it all ended in a drunken orgy at headquarters.

They summon heroes, and then...