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What a mysterious white rectangle.

A painting by Claudia Aham, a renowned artist throughout Serberia.

— You won't be able to prepare for your own performance then, ha-ha...

right now, I'd rather not read books when there are two beautiful girls nearby...
- It's not that I need a long time to prepare, but reading right now really isn't the best option, - Anselm countered. - By the way, I also invited one of the guests from our town to the performance, who clearly needs help from our goddess and, of course, you, Almadina. I promised him that I would introduce you after the performance. Besides, he also loves music, so maybe he'll enjoy the concert too.

- Alright, kid, we'll play another time,

The hunter safely returns to the city.
- Ah, Mr. Veserod, did you forget something? - Gregor Egon asked him upon his arrival at "Kristu".

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Anders, on a sudden impulse, went to the board game store.

In Sunna, Anders finds himself in the company of Eytel, the greatest connoisseur of all sorts of games in all of Baldur.

- Oh, hello... - The seller looked up from his book and nodded to the visitor, then forced himself to get up from the chair. - That is, mm, I mean: welcome to "Sunna," the board game store.

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- Oke-e-ey... - Daniel frowned, after which he began to think in his head about effective options that could work, as well as who he could attract to cooperate..

Daniel's reflections did not lead to anything productive...

Realizing that thinking in such an environment wouldn't lead to anything, Daniel asked Bertha to give him some more time and promised to come to her tomorrow with possible solutions to the problem. "Don't worry, we'll definitely come up with something," the guy said in an encouraging tone. "Moreover, I think we need something that will deter your father from the bottle once and for all, and not just for a couple of days or weeks." After saying goodbye to the girl, and deciding that thinking on an empty stomach is not productive, Daniel headed to "Yantar." Who arrived earlier according to the schedule? Me or the guys and girls? Who sat down at the table with whom?

Arets, do you want to go to a cafe later with me?

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I'm a little confused about the skills, but I talked to my mentors, so Reynold gets +2 to Dexterity and Skill 4, and Ilva gets +2 to Charisma.

Are you getting Skill with experience?

Sorry, when I'm sober, I can't seem to play the game well, and when I'm drunk, I can't hit the keys.

—Thank you. With the book? Uh, it's nothing, but... I really need it today. If you would allow me to borrow it for a while, or I can buy it for the full price, here. —Ilva thought it was worth adding some clarification to what she said: —The thing is, I need to learn more about Airisufir, and we don't have many sources on that in our village. So, if you could add something of your own to this book, since you and Lady Cecilia lived there for a long time, like your personal experience, that would be great. —The girl fell silent and looked at the floor, embarrassed.

—A perfectly worthy goal, but what's the rush? Well, in any case, there's no reason why you can't buy the book. I glanced at the writings of this man and I'll tell you this: he saw a lot in Airisufir, and what he describes is mostly true, but he understood very little of it, and sometimes he made false conclusions, either out of ignorance or deliberately with mockery. In general, Airisufir can be understood, but only if you see it for yourself, but there are a couple of things to keep in mind while reading this: Airisufir is primarily defined by Clematis, and even then, not all of it; perhaps the common folk are just as they are in any other country, only with a little more awareness: just look at the mess that was among the heirs of Serberia, and the current vegetable on its throne, or at the Heckelian rulers—there may be dark spots in history, but the dynasty of Air El Sufir has never known such shame. And secondly, Yan Dere writes about mystery, but there is no special secret in Airisufir, and the whole secret of its charm is simple: efficiency—from the use of people to the use of resources, verticality, because some people are more worthy than others, and, of course, the appropriate fate for useless human beings, and development—the culture of Airisufir is not "unique" or "special," it is simply that following the previous principles has made it more perfect than others. Aesthetics—a natural need of every thinking being, only not everyone has reached this point by the end of the eighth century, and where they have, every culture is stifled by incompetence, negligence, and the inability to solve even more pressing problems, and all the best that could be has been overgrown with all sorts of vulgarity like weeds.
Having finished with this sad conclusion, Alessia was surprised at herself, how she, usually laconic, had gotten so carried away. It must be that Baldr is having a bad influence on her, since she allows herself to get so emotional.

Yeah, for experience.

It seems Gregor is still absent.
- Have you ever seen anything like this? - the hunter pulled out the larval teeth and showed them. - Are they good for anything?

— Oh, hello... — The shopkeeper looked up from his book and nodded to the visitor, then forced himself to get up from the chair. — That is, um, I mean: welcome to "Sunna," the board game store.

- Hello! That is: good day. And what are these board games?

Good lord, what a complex character, especially if you rarely interact with women and generally don't know how they talk, let alone what they think (there should be a sexist joke here)... If you add cultural specifics to this and adjust for the era and setting, you'll spend half an hour on each word. How and why do Heroes of Might and Magic developers subject themselves to this hell voluntarily? Well, except for Nebka, it's easier for him.

Alessia should be teaching children at school.

- It's not that I need a lot of preparation, but reading isn't really the best option right now, - Anselm countered. - By the way, I also invited one of our town's guests to perform, who clearly needs the help of our goddess and, of course, you, Almadina. I promised him that I would introduce you after the performance. Besides, he also loves music, so he might enjoy the concert.

— So that's what it is... — After listening to Anselm, Almadina clenched her fists, determined to help the needy traveler. — I will do everything I can, otherwise, I wouldn't be a priestess of Arteria! — Then she looked away and muttered something quietly.
Over the next half hour, the townspeople began to arrive in the church halls. Mostly, they were children of Baldur, whom Anselm knew well, but there were also some of their parents among them. Among the listeners was also Ivein Scabiosa.
The music chosen by Almadina was cheerful and energetic, that is, the kind that, in her opinion, should please the children. Anselm played the lyre, Carolina played the trumpet, and the priestess was in charge of vocals.
After the performance, two children ran up to Anselm.
— Uncle Anselm, Uncle Anselm, — the boy turned out to be one of Virgil's students named Homeric, — how do you do that?

a cafe? Are they gathering there to play a game involving golems, or are they playing board games?

Yeah, I just want to gather you all in one place for a good time.