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The second meeting between Rogdan and Brahei went much better than the first one, which took place at the entrance to Clematis. Some time after that, another Knight descended into this part of the Dungeon and demanded that Rogdan and Lian Fay follow him.
Count Orlov
-- Alright, let's get straight to the point. State your combat objective.
"Ho-ho? It's not often you see someone so eager to go into battle in such a situation. But before we move on to the details of the upcoming mission, you two should meet your fellow soldiers." Antanea ordered one of her subordinates to bring someone in, and shortly afterward, three new faces appeared before Valdemar and Alm.
"Hmm," said the snake man, casting a lazy glance at the newcomers, "they brought some good snacks here. Plenty of meat, but not too much fat, just how I like it."
"I will give you some time to get to know each other better," continued the general, ignoring the snake man's comment, "and when you are finished, report immediately to one of the soldiers."
"Azilis Shahrazad," introduced one of Valdemar and Alm's new acquaintances after Antanea left, "may I ask, gentlemen, what is the reason that you find yourselves in this unenviable situation?"
— I apologize,” the Moenian slightly bowed her head, “I really should have taken this into account. In that case,” Linderia took two vials out of her bag – one with a magic potion and the other with a magical energy potion – “I’ll just offer them to you. Not out of pity, but as a skilled sorceress who will surely find a worthy use for them.
— No one has tried to poison me so obviously before,” Cleona snorted and turned her head away.
The second meeting between Rogdan and Brahei went much better than the first, which took place at the entrance to Clematis. Some time after that, another knight descended into this part of the Dungeon and demanded that Rogdan and Lian Fay follow him.
Rogdan exchanged a slightly surprised glance with Lian Fay, after which he got up, politely bowed to Her Highness, apologizing for interrupting the conversation, and together with the summoned heroine, he was ready to follow the knight.
— No one has ever tried to poison me so blatantly, — Cleona smirked, turning her head away.
It's immediately clear that this character lived and grew up in the setting of Revan, and behaves accordingly.
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
Ple-Sen
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Ah, the music is better in the first camp.
The original game is better too.
Граф Орлов
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– Valdemar Karafa, at your service, – he quickly glanced at each of the three. Quite the characters. – Perhaps the most accurate and concise way to put it is that it was due to their own arrogance and pride, but even more so – due to the excessive nobility of their comrade, who spoiled a rather vile scheme of those in power. May I hear your stories? Surely, the descendant of a great dynasty will have a more interesting one than mine.
- This is Kaya, - Raphael remembered that he had forgotten to introduce his concubine. - Kaya is Inar. She's not very talkative, so don't let that bother you. He stirred a spoon in his glass. - Thank you again for the building and for the place in "Bivreste." You have a funny fellow working there. You know, I think that if you somehow organize all this in a more user-friendly way for casual visitors, it could theoretically become a very interesting and profitable place, or even an entire network with this unique touch. You just need to carefully balance practicality for serious clients who are looking for reliability, and a bit of mystique for romantic simpletons and all those whose dull lives are made more interesting by these stories. After all, which would you rather spend a reasonable amount of money on? Some unremarkable piece of iron in a dilapidated shack with a gloomy, grunting, and sweaty blacksmith, or a slightly larger piece, but accompanied by a colorful sales pitch that doesn't stray too far from basic realism, in a beautiful store, polished by a servant with a plunging neckline? Which one would you brag about to girls and other tough guys in the tavern, and feel more confident in a fight? The main thing is to maintain a degree of realism so as not to attract lawsuits, - Raphael grinned, taking a sip of tea. - I'm not sure how aware you are of the events taking place in the city, especially regarding my people, but the situation is currently not easy... - the fishmonger's voice became serious again. - Almost all of our people have been sent to three different fronts - I don't know exactly where and how hot it is there, but it's definitely not a picnic. Of course, I have no doubt about their competence and ability to defend themselves, but given the latest news and movements in the region, I can't help but worry. Plus, there remains the problem... - he paused and took another sip of tea. - You seem to have some influence in Clematis? In the lower district and in general? Have you heard any news or rumors in the last month related to Baron Rogdan Kraffmeyer? The direct founding father of our humble organization.
— I'm afraid that the great Mao might spill all the shop's blood if you put a servant with a plunging neckline next to him, ha-ha... — Inar thoughtfully massaged his bridge of his nose. — Rogdan Kraffmeyer... When I heard about his disappearance, I took certain measures to try to determine his possible location, but it was all in vain: there are no traces, no witnesses, he simply seemed to have evaporated. I have no proof, but according to my sources, he was last seen when he passed through the cordon in the central square in the company of Vice-Captain Celestia Coriander. I can only guess what happened next, but my thoughts on this are hardly of any weight. — At some point, Raphael might have heard someone's moans, clearly not his own or Inar's. — I am also aware that "Griffon" was sent on a mission by the government, but I don't know the details. Can you tell me more? Judging by how you described the situation, it doesn't look like it was voluntary cooperation.
— No one has ever tried to poison me so blatantly, — Cleona smirked, turning her head away.
— So that’s how it is, — Linderia chuckled, not hiding the fact that Cleona’s reaction amused her. — I have several samples of these potions here, — the Moenian pulled back the collar of her bag and showed the witch the remaining four vials, — you could choose any of them if these two specific ones don’t suit you, but I won’t insist. It’s up to you, — the girl slung the bag back over her shoulder and turned around, — I just thought you might be interested in something that could increase your and Yuisis’s chances of survival. Apparently, I was wrong.
Mirastir was bored, Mirastir was not happy that there was no one to fight, and they were not assigned to any peaceful occupation either. Therefore, the gladiator decided to find himself a peaceful occupation. He didn't want to work in the mines (although who knows, maybe the conditions there aren't that bad?), so the strongman decided to visit the local ranch.
Considering the geographical location of Hessia, the ranch was quite small, but this did not pose a significant problem, since at the present time the city's population was small and did not require a large amount of food. Passing by the workers he encountered along the way, Mirastir met someone who looked like the boss – a slick-looking man in a beautiful hat and with the same mustache as the gladiator. One of the soldiers, covered in dirt, swore as he handed him the money before heading off and disappearing from sight.
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Rogdan exchanged a few surprised glances with Lian Fei, after which he got up, politely bowed to Her Highness, apologizing for interrupting the conversation, and together with the summoned heroine, he was ready to follow the knight.
As they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the palace, the prisoners could not help but notice that if they had not had an escort, they would surely have gotten lost and been unable to find their way out. Finally, they were led to a large room, the interior of which resembled the basement of a summoners' club. There, in a comfortable-looking chair, sat Lucretia Air el Sufir. — Ah, Sir Rogdan, too much time has passed since our last meeting, but I hope that the apartments allocated to you meet your standards.
-- Valdemar Karafa, at your service, -- he quickly glanced at each of the three. Quite the colorful bunch. -- Perhaps the simplest and most accurate way to put it is that it was due to their own self-confidence and pride, but even more so, due to the excessive nobility of their comrade, who spoiled a rather vile scheme of those in power. May I hear your stories? The descendant of a great dynasty must have a more interesting one than mine.
— Oh, I see that you are a man of culture, Sir Valdemar, — Azilis visibly perked up, — but, unfortunately, I must disappoint you because my story is quite trivial. I, you see, am an advocate of open love and do not try to bind myself or others with obligations, and therefore I had the honor of being in a relationship with several beautiful ladies at once, but, alas, my intentions were not understood... High society is as dangerous as it is beautiful. — So, can I eat you, huh? — Meanwhile, the snake-man took the opportunity to get to know Alma better. — Or at least your hand, what do you need two for?
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— So that's how it is, — Linderia smirked, not hiding the fact that she found Cleona's reaction amusing. — I have several samples of these potions here, — the Moenian pulled the collar of her bag and showed the witch the remaining four vials, — you could choose any of the vials if these two specific ones don't suit you, but I won't insist. It's up to you, — the girl slung the bag back over her shoulder and turned around, — I just thought that you might be interested in something that would increase your and Yuisis's chances of survival. Apparently, I was wrong.
Cleona saw Linderia off with an annoyed chuckle and did not stop her.
Considering the geographical location of Hessia, the ranch was quite small, which, however, did not pose a significant problem, as the city's population was currently small and did not require a large amount of food. Passing the workers he encountered along the way, Mirastir meets someone who looked like the boss – a slick-looking man in a fine hat and with a mustache similar to that of a gladiator. One of the soldiers, covered in dirt, grumbled as he handed him money before heading off and disappearing from sight.
Heliomar wanted to ask about the work, but he realized he was interrupting. Or perhaps he had arrived at just the right time to resolve any conflicts, who knows? He approached, politely nodded to the ranch foreman, and then pointed his gaze questioningly at the departing soldier.
“New here, huh?” asked the mustachioed man, but he didn’t wait for an answer, deciding it was obvious. “There’s not much to do in Evklazia yet, so the locals are happy for any opportunity to have some fun. It’s even better when money is involved!” He nodded towards the bull standing nearby. “I’ll pay 500 air to anyone who can stay on its back for ten seconds, and those who can’t will have to pay me. Want to give it a try?”
Arandor
"Hmm," said the snake man, casting a lazy glance at the newcomers, "they brought some good snacks here. Plenty of meat, but not too much fat, just how I like it."
"I will give you some time to get to know each other better," continued the general, ignoring the snake man's comment, "and when you are finished, report immediately to one of the soldiers."
"Azilis Shahrazad," introduced one of Valdemar and Alm's new acquaintances after Antanea left, "may I ask, gentlemen, what is the reason that you find yourselves in this unenviable situation?"
Heroist
