— Oh, hello again.
Where do we end up when we save the world?
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
— Oh, hello again.
Do I have to pay 100 for a ticket to access the bar and restaurant as well? And if it's for the games, is there an additional fee of n for the tokens?
- I have one acquaintance, an masturbator animist, I think he would find her interesting, - Anselm explained. - Okay, thanks for the information. I'll go to the master then.
—Yes, I’ve already encountered this “photography.” But I don’t think this hobby will completely replace artistic activity. You know, I’m also a bit interested in this craft. For now, of course, only at a beginner level... But I mean, these photographs are popular because they are new and interesting to everyone. But over time, many will realize that they lack... soul, a part of which every creator puts into their work. I believe that a well-written portrait will always surpass a pale reflection of reality. —After thinking that she had said too much, Ilva fell silent, embarrassed. —As for your request, I will be happy to help you, and of course, I will ask my friends.
This could be a brother, separated from his sister, who has heard news of her tragic death.
Wandering through Galgan and pondering what training she should undertake, Kalentia remembers that she wanted to ask Aegilmar about what the librarian had told her. It would be awkward if it turned out to be just a joke, and their group went into the forest without an invitation, disturbing the peace of the local spirits. Even though she wasn't an animist, the Argalian understood this perfectly.
The owner of the house, a healthy man in light, traditional clothing of the region, turned out to be its only resident. Upon noticing Anselm, he approached him with a joyful expression and cat-like agility.
— Yes, you have potential... — He touches the guest's muscles. — But we can improve that. Let's start with 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, and 100 squats.
- What, so quickly? - the young man was surprised by the master's eagerness. - Well, let's try.
— Oh, so you're also a woman of art? Then I'm doubly glad to meet you and hope that everything will be exactly as you say. As for my task... — The girl made a full turn and raised her hands to the sky. — Let Eros reign, let rivers of crimson blood flow, and let sinners drown in soul-crushing melancholy! — She completed her act with a theatrical bow and smiled shyly. — Ha-ha... In other words, I am currently interested in themes related to the desires and torments of the human soul in its various manifestations. — The artist shows Ilva a notebook with sketches; on the open page was a drawing of a person in a thinker's pose, his facial expression was very suffering, and the surroundings did not contribute to mental balance. — This could be a family provider who lost his job; this could be a brother separated from his sister, who received news of her tragic death; this could be a young, hopeful guy who received a draft notice... Terrible, isn't it? One drawing, but it can convey so many emotions and possible events... By the way, if you decide to be my model and come up with something interesting, I will, of course, reward you to the best of my modest financial ability.