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As they navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the palace, the prisoners couldn't help but notice that without their 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 armchair, sat Lucretia Air el Sufir.
—Ah, Sir Rogdan, it has been too long since our last meeting, but I hope the accommodations provided for you meet your standards.

— Are you new here? — asked the mustachioed man, but he didn't wait for an answer, deciding it was obvious. — There's not much to do in Evklasia 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 airs 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?

— Some say he was sent here for eating babies, — Azilis explained, — others just because he's an outsider.

- That's what I thought. That damned old fool... - Raphael clicked his tongue in response to the mention of Rogdan and shook his head heavily. - Anyway, on the day the priestess was killed, he ran past the police cordon "to offer help with the investigation." That's where they caught him, I suppose. The road to hell is paved with good intentions...
He paused and devoted a few seconds to the mysterious moans coming from the basement.
- As a result, I had to go to the registration hearing, and Lucretia made it clear that because of this incident, we were in trouble. She also brought up some minor administrative issues and reminded me of the incident at the entrance where I insulted Brahei. She really went for it. But at least she made it clear that if we complete this job, we'll be off the blacklist. Unless, of course, they decide to screw us over, but I hope the imperial family isn't interested in stooping to such depths. In other words, our cooperation with them is of a voluntary-compulsory nature. Which, in principle, is nothing new when dealing with any state, so...
Raphael shrugged and looked at Kaya:
- You drink your tea while it's still warm. It's very good.

- Ah, so that's what it is. I thought it was just some kind of fun to wallow in the mud. I would try it, but I'm practically broke, I spent all my money on equipment, - the gladiator leaned against a nearby tree or fence. - I thought the war would be a war, and as soon as we arrive at the front, we'd be thrown right into the thick of it. But it turned out to be like this. And do you, sir, happen to need some helping hands?

/Revan, please correct the stats and inventory/

— They might be needed, but you should ask your commander, just in case...