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You should have arranged a meeting place and so on; mobile phones haven't been invented yet... ;)
I just thought that Lock, as the leader, would say where we would meet after the inspection. I would have suggested either somewhere near the entrance to the quest location or in the cafeteria.
Since the guys didn't need to rush, they decided to explore the city first and then proceed with their main task. Anselm suggested that everyone meet later at the Magic Horn or by the statue of the maiden, in case there were any problems with the first option.
"Okay, I'm going to check out the musical instruments they sell here. Does anyone want to come with me?" the guy asked his companions.
Is Imelda with us?
If no one wants to, I'll go alone.
On February twentieth, Virgil said goodbye to the townspeople and his pupils, sharing words of wisdom with the latter (Gulveig +3 Faith, +3 Endurance) before leaving with Theodahad Bors for Marion. The Knight himself, for reasons known only to him, thanked Gulveig for the tour and the "right decision," giving her an accessory he had purchased earlier as a farewell gift (Gulveig + "Shame").
"Mother, and why do I have this feeling that I was used?" the girl thought after saying goodbye, already in her room. She took out the necklace the Knight had given her: "Or maybe they just bought it. The pudding was an advance, but this is the main payment." She put on the jewelry and looked at herself in the mirror. -- Captain of the Knights, Gulveig of Baldr, today you will receive an important guest. Please don't embarrass yourself. There were tears in her eyes. -- Mother... Will I really be able to do it? I wish it were sooner, Mother... I promised the teacher that I wouldn't abandon him, so that's what I'll do! Not all Marion Knights are equally helpful. I believe Sir Theodahad wants what's best for the teacher, but I don't know what else he hasn't told me and kept silent about. The other people in Marion – their intentions are unknown, and what they prioritize, politics or Mother's commandments, is unclear. Therefore, my task remains unchanged... -- Although it will definitely be more difficult with children on my shoulders," Gulveig remembered Virgil's legacy. By the time of her departure for Tamfana, Vegi had changed significantly. There was much less frivolity in her, which was reflected in her activities. The girl tried not to waste time and developed herself as much as possible, reinforcing the lessons of the teacher. She became stronger and more loyal to her Mother. She spent a lot of time with Elsa, Homeric, and Alric – fully understanding that she could not replace Virgil for them, but, feeling guilty for "orphaning" the children for the second time, she tried to give them as much love as possible. Before leaving for the city, Gulveig hugged everyone goodbye and promised to bring gifts, making sure to ask what everyone was interested in (You can answer in the topic).Author
✧Flower Shop A store where flowers and gardening supplies are sold.
"Hmm, Mother, this is a great place to buy a gift for the teacher... Ha... And how will I... Never mind, I should still go in, at least to look at the flowers!"
An unexpected reward from Philip for an article about Baldur; the departure of one of the mentors; a prolonged season of bad weather – all these events of the quiet village life faded and disappeared from memory compared to the upcoming trip to Tamfana. Ilva looked around the central square with undisguised interest. She was filled with excitement and joy at the opportunity to finally get out to some kind of civilization. Even if it was just on assignment, even if she had almost no money in her pocket, which would hardly be enough even for the most insignificant souvenir, it was still a long-awaited change of scenery. As for Renold, he was naturally also interested in the city, but more from a practical than an aesthetic point of view. “We should first agree on a meeting place…” he muttered as Gungnir’s wards began to scatter in all directions. “Wow, look, Il, there’s even an arena here! And a notice board, you can probably earn good money here. And an arms shop…” “You only think about weapons.” Ilva said unhappily. “Well, I won’t force you to come with me.” “But I will.” Ilva grabbed her brother’s sleeve tightly. “You’re not going to leave me alone in the middle of an unfamiliar city, are you?” Renold, still looking around for the arena building, sighed heavily, but said nothing. “Let’s take a walk around the shops first, while we still have time. Hmm, I don’t see any clothes or jewelry here, probably in other districts…” “What a pity. But here’s the arena…” “Oh, an alchemist’s shop. Let’s go see what they sell.” And she forcibly dragged the resigned guy along with her into the “Kaleidoscope”.
Kalentia had visited similar towns in her childhood, albeit briefly. As now, she only passed through them during her travels with her mother to Serberia. Despite this, the local hustle and bustle still seemed both unusual and, to some extent, captivating to her. It seemed like only a day's journey to Baldur, but the change in atmosphere was as if she had traveled to the other side of the world. Fortunately, the group had time to explore and get acquainted with Tamfana, even if only with one of its districts, and there was no need to immediately go to the local ruler. Therefore, curious about the weapons produced here, the girl decided to visit the Fererender's forge. Perhaps she even had enough money for a souvenir.
The Fererender's shop wasn't very tidy, but the weapons on display were of high quality, and it was clear that the local craftsman put both his soul and passion into his work. In the center of the room, two women, unfamiliar to Kalentia, were talking. — Hmm, — said the one who, judging by all appearances, was the saleswoman or, at least, performed these functions, carefully examining the eastern sword, known to the students of Gungnir thanks to their friendship with Ryohei as a "katana." — No. We've never worked with anything like this. — Oh, that's a pity. — Well, you can only blame yourselves for that, — the shop assistant replied bluntly, — no one in our country uses such weapons. However, this does not mean that we will not take on your order. — She raised her hands to her face and folded them in the shape of a megaphone. — Grandpa! Grandpa! Come here! Responding to his granddaughter's call, a few minutes later, the local blacksmith appeared before the women. Drops of sweat ran down his heaving, bare chest, and his arms were bulging with tight muscles, which served as proof that he had just stepped away from the anvil. White hair, gathered in a ponytail, flowed down his back, and thick eyebrows of the same color were visible above his large, expressive eyes. He was well over two meters tall and created a very intense aura around himself. — Hmm... — The blacksmith examined the weapon with an assessing look. — What is the name of this sword? — Meikai. — Good! I will make this sword better than it was before, or I am not Sigismund Fererender! Minutes later, the foreign woman leaves the shop, and the blacksmith returns to work.
Responding to his granddaughter's call, a few minutes later, the local blacksmith appeared before the women. Drops of sweat streamed down his heaving, bare chest, and his arms were bulging with tight muscles, a testament to the fact that he had just stepped away from the anvil. White hair, neatly tied back, flowed down his back, and thick eyebrows of the same color arched above his large, expressive eyes. He was well over two meters tall and emanated a very intense aura.
An unexpected reward from Philip for the article about Baldur; the departure of one of the mentors; a prolonged season of bad weather – all these events of the unhurried village life faded and disappeared from memory compared to the upcoming trip to Tamfana. Veserod, with no attempt to hide his indifference, tried not to turn his head and look around the central square. He was overwhelmed with longing and disgust at the necessity of venturing into the heart of civilization. Even if it was only on assignment, even if he had enough seliks in his pocket to buy any souvenir, it was still an oppressive and unpleasant event. - We'll meet at the mermaid statue, - he muttered to his companions, trying not to show the pale greenish tint of his face. After everyone dispersed to the places that interested them, he hobbled unevenly towards where he saw a sign that said "workshop." Perhaps being away from the stinky, noisy street and distracting himself with something calming would help him regain his composure.
I think it's better not to gather in the canteen, especially since I, for example, wouldn't risk eating the local slop unless absolutely necessary, and something might trigger at the entrance to the quest location, and besides, we won't be standing in a crowd near the castle. The fish is a good landmark right on the street.
Although Tamfana was more popular with travelers than its neighboring Baldur, the sight of a fellow countrywoman of Rohey still came as a surprise to Kalentia—as far as she knew, Mirai people were not often seen outside their homeland. And perhaps this meeting should be reported to Rohey—the shinobi would definitely be interested.
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Responding to his granddaughter's call, a few minutes later, the local blacksmith appeared before the women. Drops of sweat ran down his heaving, bare chest, and his arms were bulging with tight muscles, a testament to the fact that he had just stepped away from the anvil. His long, white hair, tied back in a ponytail, flowed down his back, and thick, matching eyebrows arched over his large, expressive eyes. He was well over two meters tall and exuded a very intense aura.
The argalian was distracted from her thoughts about Rohey and the guest from Mirai by the appearance of the blacksmith—with his powerful physique and bearing, the local craftsman could easily compete with Gungnir, which in itself could not fail to attract attention. Even the old man's mere presence made a lasting impression and made one wonder if his inner strength was any less than his physical strength. Kalentia only came to her senses when the sound of a closing door was heard—the foreigner had left the shop, and now nothing prevented the argalian from approaching the saleswoman and finding out more about the local assortment.
—Good day," the girl greeted, approaching the counter, "can I ask about the weapons available for sale and the prices for other services?"
Before leaving for the city, Gulveig hugged everyone goodbye and promised to bring gifts, making sure to ask what everyone is interested in (You can answer in the topic). "Hmm, Mother, this is a great place to buy a gift for the teacher... Ha... And how will I... Never mind, I should still stop by, at least to look at the flowers!"
— Good day, — greeted the girl who was selling flowers to Gulveig, — and welcome to Tamfana. Something in Gulveig's behavior or appearance, apparently, revealed that she was not a local.
From his recent magic lessons with Emelia Rohai, Rhei concluded that he wouldn't be able to create anything worthwhile for quite some time, which was to be expected, as he had never done anything like this before. Nevertheless, a foundation has been laid, and for now, he can still wield his katana in the old way. The end of the week wasn't particularly noteworthy, except that the beginning of spring was marked by constant rains. When the weather finally calmed down, it was time for the students of Gungnir to embark on their first mission outside of Baldr.
Thamphana didn't seem appealing to the mirai, and despite appearing much more lively than the quiet and peaceful Baldr, it evoked a sense of melancholy and discomfort. The many people on the streets seemed like just a faceless mass, which was a stark contrast to the Barony of Gungnir, where it was rare to encounter strangers. However, there was hope that they wouldn't have to stay here for long; they only needed to talk to the local ruler. Although it wasn't entirely clear what kind of help he could provide regarding the origin of Yua, there was a possibility that she was from here, and perhaps her parents were somewhere in this area.
For now, the group wasn't in a hurry with this, deciding to first explore the local area and see what life was like here. While walking through the streets, Rhei quickly grew tired of all the crowds and decided to go into what appeared to be a quiet shop, which had a sign that read "Stained Glass."
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