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The blue ones are shorter, one person at a time.

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Upon arriving home, Anders hung his old crossbow on the wall, returned Daniel's crossbow, which had vanished (as had Daniel himself), and hung his new "Phantom" on his belt.
-Yeah, what a trip it was, - he said to Leo - did you see our sisters who went to Thrace? They look healthy and full of energy, as if only three days had passed for them, not three weeks. But our group is tired, exhausted... And we haven't even dared to venture into the sewers yet.

— Well, I warned you about the slums... I think you would have had better chances in the sewers; most likely, it was a full squad of scouts, minus the commander. Although, it's quite possible that the blonde would have visited you too, and then the situation would have gotten worse.

-Well, what can we do now...?

Not Azi

Nuisance: capable of simple speech, laughs at the owner's failures.
Owner: Anselm

Stats
Health: 10
Initiative: 20
Movement Speed: 20

Abilities
Lucky Charm: the owner receives +5% to the chance of critical damage, +25% to income for completing quests, and +1 Luck.

Paroxius? Alex?

Proud: will not perform trivial tasks.
Owner: Ilva

Stats
Health: 50
Stamina: 5
Power: 5
Dodge: 50
Stealth: 20
Accuracy: 50
Perception: 20
Initiative: 20
Movement Speed: 20
Crit: 10%
Willpower: 5

Resistances
Metal: +0%
Fire: -50%
Water: +0%
Wind: +100%
Wood: +0%
Sun: 0%
Moon: 0%
Star: 0%

Abilities
Ambush: deals 5 damage and causes blindness, bypassing resistance.
Scout: can scout large locations.

Serberian Dog

Loyal: completely devoted to the owner
Owner: Anselm

Stats
Health: 150
Stamina: 10
Power: 10
Dodge: 12
Stealth: 12
Accuracy: 12
Perception: 12
Initiative: 10
Movement Speed: 8
Crit: 10%
Willpower: 5

Resistances
Metal: +25%
Fire: 0%
Water: 0%
Wind: 0%
Wood: 0%
Sun: 0%
Moon: 0%
Star: 0%

Abilities
Bite: deals 5 damage.
Sharp Nose: can track those whose scent it remembers.

By the time Gulveyg arrived in Baldr, all the students were already there, but the city itself had changed dramatically. New people, new construction... What she would have definitely been happy about before, even if only to herself, now just threw her off balance.
The moment she entered her house, she met Buvardia, whom she had already forgotten about. Now, the suggestion to have a roommate seemed ambiguous to her; after a long journey under constant supervision by Gungnir, she really wanted to be alone... But on the other hand...
"Mother, but on the other hand, I've already broken two plates trying to take care of the house, and I've only been living here for a few days... Mother, I think it's okay, it will be beneficial."
In the end, they had a good conversation at that moment (taking that level of friendship into account), although Vegi didn't open up and tell her about what happened in Marion. But at night, left alone in the room, and making sure that the soundproofing in the house was good, she cried into her pillow for all the days she had endured with Gungnir.
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In the morning, she goes to the town square. She wanted to pray, but on the way, she saw that one of the shops had changed its purpose, and she decided to make a small detour out of curiosity.
>Sunna

The mirror was covered in cobwebs and a thick layer of dust, except for the spot where the owner’s palm had smeared it aside, slightly revealing the working surface to the light. Veserod stood before it, examining his bare body. Individual gray hairs had appeared in his head, beard, and even on his body. His entire body was crisscrossed with scars – not only old ones, but new ones as well. In the area of his heart, lungs, and belly – several healed-over holes. On his face and palms – several new scratches, not noticeable at first glance, but ones that would never fully heal. Marks and scratches on his hands and feet – it was no longer worth paying attention to them. His eyes were partially bloodshot, staring intently at his own reflection, his eyebrows furrowed – from this constant gesture, wrinkles would soon begin to appear between them. Leaning with his hands on either side of the mirror, the hunter heaves a sigh and lowers his gaze, staring blankly at the floor, only the bear’s tooth on a string swaying in time with his breathing. After standing like this for a while, he meets his reflection’s gaze again – both faces radiate stony calm.
Putting on his trousers and fiddling with the laces, he hears a knock at the door and goes to answer it – it’s Eyr, who says something to him, blushes, hands him an item, and runs away – the hunter barely manages to catch the laces of his trousers with one hand in order to accept the item with the other. A talisman depicting a mermaid. Veserod holds it in his palm, stroking the rough, roughly hewn surface with his finger. He grunts, puts it in his pocket, walks over to the wardrobe, and smiles at his old bow on the wall. He puts on his shirt, boots, and his light clothing, and goes out into the fresh spring air.
Only when passing by Gerda’s house does he suddenly realize what Eyr meant.

- Well, now this is your new home, - Anselm tried to explain the change of scenery to the animals upon returning home, not alone. - Okay, we've already figured out the feeding schedule. We'll deal with the other needs as we go. Now we just need to come up with a name for the dog, - the young man pondered, trying to recall suitable words for a name. - Azi, maybe you have some ideas?

It will name your dog Anusder.

The warm spring air and bright sunshine heralded a beautiful day and the approaching summer. And while this pleasant time lasted, it was worth making the most of the few peaceful moments.
Ren and Ilva playfully sparred with wooden sticks on a grassy patch.
“I never thought you’d learn to fight with a sword,” Ren chuckled.
“What, do you think I should remain a fragile, defenseless girl?” Ilva proudly placed her hand on her belt. “Actually, it was Buva who dragged me to training, and then it just sort of happened…”
“You’re doing pretty well,” Ren praised his sister. “A couple more years of hard training, and you might even defeat our baron instead of Eir.”
“Ha-ha,” the girl feigned a laugh. “Ren, stop being so nice.”
“I’m not… well, if you say so.” With a swift lunge, the boy knocked the “weapon” out of his sister’s hands and pointed at her dramatically. “Surrender, or face your doom!”
“O-of course, sir, but please don’t kill me…” Ilva pretended to be scared, then unexpectedly launched a barrage of water pellets at her brother.
The projectiles flew over Renold’s head, who had ducked just in time, and clipped off a few strands of his hair.
“You could actually kill someone like that,” the boy said, startled, watching the pellets disappear with a loud splash in the grass.
At that moment, Ilva suddenly rushed forward and pushed Ren with her hands. Stumbling on a protruding root, the boy fell backward, grabbing his sister’s sleeve at the last moment. After tumbling a few meters, they slid down the slope together.
“Ugh, you shouldn’t do that,” Ren grumbled, spitting out the grass that had gotten into his mouth and nose.
“Now you surrender,” Ilva said triumphantly, sitting on top of her brother and grabbing his neck.
“Okay, okay, I surrender,” the boy groaned in a feigned death rattle, rolling his eyes.
Behind his closed eyes, he felt a kiss on his lips, followed by a light slap on the cheek.
“You idiot,” Ilva said, not unkindly, but with a hint of seriousness.
Getting off her brother, she sat down on the trampled grass and began to carefully tidy up her clothes. They were silent for a while.
“I think that until we can, well, get settled,” Renold said slowly, “it would be better if you didn’t go on missions. Because, well, you understand…”
“What?”
“That, well, they’re very dangerous. And if something happens to you, I…”
“Do you really think I’ve been drinking away my brains in Elheim and losing all my money to my bunny girls?” his sister snapped. “Who said I’d be happy fighting alongside him?!”
“I understand, I really am happy for your success, but…” Ren tried to explain, but Ilva cut him off:
“Do you think I’m happy traipsing around wherever Arteria wants, doing whatever Gungnir wants? Do you think I want to swing a sword and cast spells?”
“Well, that’s what…”
“But three weeks in Thrakia were ten times worse than any suffering that awaits us,” the girl finished quietly. “Because I can’t bear the thought of you being in danger every second of my existence. Torture and death would be better.”
“Il, I’m sorry, I…” the boy tried to reassure her, but to his surprise, his sister’s face showed no sadness or distress: only a newfound determination.
“Either we go together, or no one goes. But the latter means the end of all our dreams. And besides, don’t you want to be a hero yourself?”
“…Well, not really. But if you want to, I’ll give it all up too,” Renold replied confidently, looking directly into her sky-blue eyes.
“In that case, you’ll be the one to regret and suffer,” Ilva smiled. “And we also need to think about our brothers and sisters, right?”
Taken aback by such statements, Renold didn’t know what to say.
“If the old man expects me to come to him crying and begging to let us go, he’s in for a big disappointment,” the girl declared. “Ren, go and ask him for a Roman sword, so I’ll at least have something to fight with.”
“Uh, I’ll try to get one, but I can’t promise…” the boy said, scratching his head in surprise.
“And I’ll go visit Claudia, it’s been ages.”

->Ren to Gungnir
->Ilva to the cafe

Renold arrived at the baron's side just as Kalentia was inquiring about today's training.
— Killing an opponent is not difficult,” the old baron stated, “but sometimes it is possible, and even necessary, to take him alive, whether it is a matter of mercy or strategic necessity. And that is much more difficult, and today's training will be about that.

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-Well, what can you do now...

— There's a lot. I would be more careful in your place now; this bastard might be one of those who holds a grudge.

— A lot of things. I would be more careful in your place now; this jerk might be one of those who holds a grudge.

😑

In the morning, she heads to the town square. She wanted to pray, but on the way, she noticed that one of the shops had changed its purpose, and decided to make a small detour out of curiosity.
>Sunna

Gulveig finds Eitel busy rearranging furniture, but due to his lack of physical fitness, it was proving to be quite difficult for him.

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Only when passing by Gerda's house, he suddenly realizes what Eir meant.

Seeing the hunter sitting on a bench in front of her house, Gerda sighed sadly.
— Ehh, — another heavy sigh, but this time directed at Veserod, — and why is the world so unfair?

This is much more complex, and today's training will be specifically about that.

It feels like the governor wrote a letter to the baron about Ren's exploits in King's Bounty.

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"Killing an enemy is not difficult," said the old baron, "but sometimes it is possible, and even necessary, to take him alive, whether it is a matter of mercy or strategic necessity. And this is much more complex, and today's training will be specifically about that.

Can this technique be learned with ranged weapons?

- Well, now this is your new home, - Anselm tried to explain the change of scenery to the animals as he returned home, not alone. - Okay, we've already figured out the feeding schedule. We'll deal with the other needs as we go. Now we just need to come up with a name for the dog, - the guy pondered, trying to remember suitable words for a nickname. - Azi, maybe you'll have some ideas?

— Swinselm, Swinselm!!
It was hard to tell if the parrot was trying to pronounce the name of its new owner or suggesting nicknames for its companion.

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- And I'm going to visit Claudia, it's been ages since we last saw each other.

Ilva finds Claudia in the kitchen of "Amber" in a rather rare state for her, looking confused.

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Sure.

Damn, I was hoping it wouldn't be necessary and I could just ignore it, but now I have to think about it, maybe I should take it...

Renold arrived at the baron's side just as Calentia was inquiring about today's training.
—Killing an opponent is not difficult,” the old baron stated, “but sometimes it is possible, and even necessary, to take him alive, whether it is a matter of mercy or strategic necessity. And that is much more difficult, and today's training will be about that.

—Ha, that would be useful for me... —the young man muttered quietly.

Ilva finds Claudia in the kitchen of the "Amber" in a rather rare state for her, looking lost.

—Hi-hi! —the girl cheerfully greeted her friend, but then stopped. —Oh, what are you sad about?