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"Fury of the Maiden"

When Ilva found the agreed-upon statue of the river goddess, she didn't see anyone familiar there except Veserod. The hunter seemed to be saying something to the monument, or perhaps it was just her imagination. After waiting for him to finish his ritual, she decided to tell him about the article written by him that was published in the newspaper and other news, although she didn't know how interesting world events could be to him. In addition, Ilva shyly offered Veserod one of the omelets made from the flowers he had found as a kind of thank you (and so that the dish wouldn't end up with the unpleasant Renold).
However, the leader of their small group soon headed off on his own business, and the girl was left alone again. She was upset that everyone else had found plenty of entertainment in the city, while she, although she had wanted to visit more than anyone else, had been languishing in the spring chill for hours, waiting for the others to join her.
Soon, to her relief, Kalentia also approached the meeting place. She told Ilva about the upcoming play and the search for actors. And although she couldn't imagine herself playing on stage, she was a little interested in watching the performance from the audience. A modest conversation began between the girls (they couldn't just stand around pretending to be strangers). Ilva told Kalentia about the latest news, including notes about Baldur and the future fate of her friend Gulveig's mentor. Kalentia, in turn, shared with her acquaintance books about Regnleif and a guide to Baldur, which she had wanted to read since their chance encounter in the flower shop.

Ilva was so engrossed in reading the new literature that she didn't immediately notice Renold approaching with Anselm and Imelda. At first, the girl wanted to ignore her brother's appearance, but noticing his heavy gait and hastily bandaged wounds, she forgot everything and rushed to meet him.
—Ren, what happened?
—Hey-hey. —the guy smiled casually at his sister and nodded to Kalentia. —I was just at an arena fight. Of course, I only lasted five rounds, but for me...
—What do you mean, "fighting"? Right now?
—Yeah, and then there's another competition coming up. Want to come and cheer me on? By the way, you won't believe what they said about me there...
—So, you promised me you would quickly go sign up and come back... —Ilva said quietly, clenching her fists. —And you, I see, immediately went to perform, have fun, hang out with friends, while I'm here waiting and worrying.
—Huh? No, Il, you're not understanding. —the guy tried to explain.
—Very well. —her sister replied with unexpected coldness. —They're also calling you to participate in the play.
—Who's calling me? —Renold asked.
—Kalentia will tell you more. Have fun, hero-duelist-actor-socialite. —turning sharply, the girl proudly walked away, then taking a free seat further away from the statue and returning to reading her book.
Renold sighed heavily, but nevertheless listened to the details of the work. At the moment, all he wanted to do was rest, then talk to his sister in private, but the urging of his acquaintances and the interest in the play eventually prevailed, and he agreed to go and try his luck in the acting world.
—Il, come with us, at least just watch. —he said to his sister, but she pretended not to hear him. —Oh, well, whatever. —he waved his hand dismissively.

since I have a lot to do until Wednesday and I won't be around much, I decided to quickly write out the script automatically
In general, Renold is going to the theater, Ilva definitely won't be acting, unless everyone else refuses. I'll try not to delay you with this, but if you want, you can have them on autopilot/auto-battle, etc.

— This is a personalized gift from Baron Gungnir and my main weapon. — Rohei frowned and shook his head. — Such items are not for sale. It would be disrespectful to both myself and the baron, not to mention that it would increase the risks for both me and those I am responsible for. I apologize, but this blade will remain mine. However, I can sell my second katana if you wish.

— I wish I knew which of the two swords was the personalized one and which wasn't, — the woman sighed wearily, — I offer 300 selics, and you choose which one you want to part with.

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Anders and Kristina found the Magic Horn by searching, and Anders, although accustomed to such places in his childhood where it was always possible to rob a drunk or profit in some other way, still grimaced at the cacophony of sounds, the mixture of images, and the wild blend of smells: — I am reliving my childhood again, and I realize how much I hate it, — he said. — It seems like this place isn't very good. Do you want to stay?

— Well, if there are no other options, we can stay.

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Ilva was so engrossed in reading new literature.

+1 to perception, +1 to beauty
+3 to stamina, +3 to willpower

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If you can't gather enough participants for the theater, you will have to give roles to unknown actors.

A modest conversation began between the girls (they couldn't just stand around pretending to be strangers). Ilva told Kalentia about the latest news, including notes about Baldur and the further fate of her friend Gulveig's mentor. Kalentia, in turn, shared books about Regnleif and a guide to Baldur with her acquaintance, which she had wanted to read since their chance encounter in the flower shop.

During the conversation, Kalentia once again thanked Ilva for the recent treat, noting that she was too modest about her skills – the dish was excellent, and the argalian doubted that during her visit to Tamphan, she would come across anything even remotely comparable. Having made a sort of exchange, in which Kalentia lent Ilva a couple of her books, and Ilva allowed the argalian to read the newspaper, the girls began to read. Despite the important news about a possible coalition between Serberia, Nortia, and Mirai, Kalentia's thoughts, after Ilva's story, were occupied with a much less important news item for the world as a whole, but extremely important for the small world of Baldur's inhabitants. Gulveig had told her friend about meeting Theohard Bors, their conversation, and the difficult decision she had made. And Kalentia knew that it had not been easy for Gulveig. But now it turned out that the "noble knight" and "selfless member of the Amantor," Theohard Bors, had blatantly lied and manipulated the young girl, albeit in the hope of saving his sister from an unenviable fate. Perhaps he still believed that it was better for Vergil's health. Or maybe he had convinced himself of this so that his conscience would not bother him. Or perhaps he still didn't care about Vergil at all – the main thing was to save Teia. Either way, he had acted dirty and vilely, concealing his motives from Gulveig. His behavior was unworthy of someone who calls himself a servant of Arteria, even if one could understand why he had acted this way. If he were here now, Kalentia would have told him everything about it – but Theohard was now far away in Marion and would probably never visit Baldur again. So, at the moment, the argalian's main concern was to keep what had happened a secret from Gulveig while their group was in Tamphan. It was not worth spoiling her joy from the trip – let her have fun playing Braheu on stage and defeating opponents in the tournament. And then they could talk about everything.

— Well, if there are no other options, we can stay.

-Well, the GM didn't assign anything else anyway, and I don't want to force him...
-Well, I don't think we found anything else, let's stay. 
Anders ordered a signature dish for himself and Kristina. During lunch, he told her about his life, upbringing, and tried to ask her about the same.

— If only we knew which of the two swords was the named one and which wasn't, — the woman sighed wearily, — I offer 300 seliks, and you choose which one you'd rather part with.

Reohei predictably chooses to part with his old Mirai katana.

— Remember that this is a deadly weapon, not a toy. Be careful with it. Karl is a smart boy, but he might get carried away.

Actually, when you were first offered the opportunity, I thought you would refuse outright. You know, samurai honor, remembering your home, all that.

Actually, when you were first offered the role, I thought you would refuse outright. Like, samurai honor, remembering your home, all that.

It seems this character has read about previous installments and knows what happens to overly proud characters.

They become empresses and conquer the world.

Let's go to the theater, since we don't have anything else to do... I hope it won't take too long.

Actually, when you were first offered this, I thought you would refuse outright. Like, samurai honor, loyalty to your home, all that stuff.

This doesn't stop the Persian from understanding that an item he hasn't used in a long time is unlikely to help him achieve his goals, but money could...

Besides, there’s another one lying around somewhere in my inventory; I don’t know what to do with it. If they start disarming people somewhere, they’ll take both anyway, unless I count on it as a backup in case something happens to the first one, but that’s just a possibility. Later, I’ll pump up magic skills and everything will be fine.

They might destroy even more. Revan doesn't just have a weapon with the "indestructible" property for no reason. And money is money, but even in Myria, not everyone should be able to wield a katana, so there are likely role-playing reasons why a character might not want to sell it.

Anders ordered a signature dish for himself and Kristina. During lunch, he told her about his life, upbringing, and tried to ask her about the same.

After tasting the signature dish, Anders feels a surge of strength and energy (+15 to maximum health until the end of the day).
Kristina didn't say much about herself, either she didn't want to, or she simply had nothing to tell, but she listened to Anders with interest.
— And who is this baron of yours, then? Your father, grandfather, or...?

Any katana is indestructible.

Rohei, as expected, decides to part with his old Mirai katana.

— Remember, this is a deadly weapon, not a toy. Be careful with it. Karl is a smart kid, but he might get carried away.

— What could possibly happen? At worst, he'll chop up a couple of unwashed peasants, ahahaha. — The woman hands Rohei 600 selics, 300 for the lesson and 300 for the katana, briefly thanks him, and says goodbye.