Mafia 110. Heckelia Auto-translated

Fire, murders, popular unrest, chaos, and turmoil – with each passing day, the atmosphere in El Ragne continued to intensify, and I increasingly considered returning home, fearing that I myself would become involved in the events taking place here. However, it was still too early to leave, and I decided to occupy myself with something interesting and, at the same time, chat with the locals. I chose a sauna. I never would have thought that in a city with such a warm climate, there would be something like this, but I had no reason to complain. My companions were Morning and Arandor with Nefela. I enjoyed spending time with the first one; he was very cheerful, but the others... Arandor shyly hid the traces of severe burns all over his body, which made communication with him difficult, while Nefela simply collapsed on the floor at the end of the session. Yes, perhaps going to the bathhouse after a serious feast was not the best idea. To be honest, seeing what happened to her, I felt a slight relief, but I quickly slapped myself on the cheek, reminding myself that whatever my opinion of her, it was wrong to think like that. As I left the scene, a knight on a white horse almost knocked me off my feet. His flashy red cloak and golden sword clearly indicated that his entire image was nothing more than a farce, and he was not much of a warrior.

Alive
MedjersoN_HP
Zlobny Yashchur
Morning
Vova Vist
Tiel
Arandor
Heroist
ToX
MasteR
Ment

Dead
Neiko
Fragment
Nebo
macca
Ple-Sen
Nefela