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Anders had a better idea, so after training, he met with Leo:
-Leo, hey! Guess what? Today, some elf came to my adoptive father, the baron, along with Calentia, my stepsister. The baron almost sent him packing, and then, after the elf left, he said that he was a snake and that a representative of Lunarion had no business being there. Oh yeah, and this elf is a guest of the queen. Do you understand anything? Because I don't know anything about elves or Lunarion. And why would the queen invite such an elf? And if the queen invited him, what is he doing in Baldur? It makes no sense. I urgently need your brain, which is the size of a house.

- Where did you learn such words? Clearly not in the manor, - Anselm didn't wait for the young man's answer and turned to Homeric, - What do you think, maybe we should call him Alric? - the swordsman pointed to the dog. - I just can't think of a name for him.

— This is a big responsibility... — Homeric hesitated. — Am I really capable of it?

— Just call it Ghoul and don't worry about it. — Alrik suggested.

— And what was his name, what did he look like?

— Just call him Ghoul and don't worry about it. — Alrik suggested.

Suppressing a slight tremor in her hands, Ilva placed the dishes and cup on the tray and confidently returned to the dining hall.
-Please, help yourselves! - she said cheerfully, setting the table. -Enjoy your meal!

Alex, are you going to start your own business?

Maybe I'll recover. I've been feeling off for the past couple of days, and I can't seem to write anything. Plus, I have a new job, so I only have about half an hour in the morning and three hours in the evening with internet access on weekdays.
So, if anyone wants something, don't wait, and just know that I'm basically on autopilot right now.

- You can suggest your own option, - Anselm replied. - If I like it, I'll use it.

- I can call you Ghoul. Want me to? - the swordsman turned his gaze to Alrik and looked at him questioningly.

I think it's more about the fact that something was said about the squad's affairs there, so someone wants to go there. But no one wants to go, and they hope you will. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that's the impression I get.

-His name was... uh... damn, my memory for names is terrible... Mr. something... Mr. Sizygia, that's it! And he looked... well, he wasn't very tall, rather thin and slender, but not sickly thin, more like athletic, like me, maybe even better. He had red eyes, and his hair almost reached his shoulders, both in the back, in the front, and on the sides, with bangs falling over his face. He was wearing something white, not quite armor, not quite a dress - more like a suit - and under the suit, something red, maybe underwear? He was armed with something like a dagger-cane.

— Thank you. — The captain picked up the cutlery, preparing to start the meal. — Well, thank you for the food.
She ate without any visible emotions on her face, which made it seem as if she didn't particularly enjoy the prepared dish.
When she finished, she asked to have the owner of the establishment called.

As for the purpose of his visit, I won't tell you, I think you understand why.

Master of Curses, a rare sadist.

-I don’t understand - Anders admitted sincerely - is there a lack of information, or is there some other reason?

— Well, let's say you and your friends decide to go down into the sewers, and among the bandits, there's someone I'm also giving tips to, and I tell him, "Anders and his friends are coming to kill you." Would that be okay?