⚔️Serberia Auto-translated

- Oh, with all these raids, I almost forgot about it, - the guy lamented. - And these dreams too. Again about trees. Can prayer help in such cases and cleanse the mind of bad thoughts, or is there another method?

/We bought gladiators. You even wrote off the money for them. /

—Ah, I see. —Ilva nodded understandingly. —So, how are things going? Do you need any help? And, have you managed to talk to Cecilia yet?

Kalentia was once again met with disappointment at the bookstore. Not finding any new books, the girl headed to check out the board game store.

- A sacrifice, - as if echoing his mentor, Veserod gloomily watched Eir and Imelda, his arms crossed over his chest. - There are many tales where parents or villagers take a child to the mountains, the forest, and abandon them. They ask a deity for blessings in return. Or sometimes, simply in a lean year or out of spite.
All these stories were absolutely real - in the depths of Scharnhorst, cut off from all corners of civilization, where the climate, beasts, and people were no less harsh and cruel to each other, semi-wild tribes still existed, paying with their own - or someone else's - flesh and blood for the right to survive in these lands. Centuries ago, both Clans - the Rus and the Aryans - had a violent history of coexisting with these peoples, until their unification and exodus down the map of Serberia.
- Or... - the hunter shrugged. - The spirit somehow healed us. Maybe it did the same for her.

-- Good day, -- the Argalian tried to get the merchant's attention, -- may I inquire about your assortment?

— You know, it turned out quite well, even if not exactly as I had imagined. To be honest, I was very upset at first. — Claudia pondered deeply, recalling the details of her previous meeting with Cecilia. — Well, imagine: after I put so much effort into a new painting and finally gathered the courage to present it as a gift, Cecilia's first comment was that, supposedly, on a professional level, my work didn't deserve to be in the same room as her other pieces. I almost burst into tears... But then Cecilia added that she had many valuable paintings, but none of them were created with her specifically in mind, which, in her opinion, made my work more valuable than all the others.

Kalentia was somewhat taken aback by Eithil's question. Not so much because she didn't know what answer to give, but because the question sounded so direct and even a little rude, even if unintentionally. "Perhaps, with prudence," the girl replied, regaining her composure.

At first, Ilva became even more angry with Cecilia, but after listening to the end, she calmed down a little. It seemed strange that, despite all her achievements in the field of education, the inhabitants of Airisufir apparently were not taught tact and politeness, so as to assess the situation and the feelings of those around them.
—Well, I'm very glad that everything ended well," she said with a hesitant smile. "Please don't argue anymore." After saying this, the girl fell silent, deciding to change the subject. "By the way, I need a couple of raymocca flowers for one dish. Do you happen to have any extra? They say they grow somewhere in the north.

— Are you preparing "Joy"? — Claudia smiled. — Yes, just wait a moment. — The girl stepped away for a few moments and then returned with two red and white flowers. — Here, take these, they are the last ones. Lately, no one seems to want to go to the mountains, so you can't find them at the market.

-- Yeah, that sounds fun, -- the girl let out a light chuckle -- she definitely didn't expect something like that in a game store. -- Can you tell me more about the rules?
/If his stories don't drain my RAM, of course./