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— Not a bad idea, — the Argalian nodded approvingly in response to the Anemone's suggestion, — I'm not against it.

Gullveig is also coming.

★ Azure Beach of Myrkonia 🔥
The sea!
★ Odyssey ✔️
Do they not realize that excessive flattery can spoil the atmosphere and put off customers?
★ Gnosis
My feet definitely won't be here.
★ Rayya Rouge
I'll stop by before bed to take a look at the selection.
★ Etalon ✔️
It seems like everything is of good quality, but somehow it feels a bit soulless...
★ Edler Pfeil
It would be better if it were a shop for swordsmen.
★ Agapé
(─‿‿─)
★ Enigma
Our squad already has enough books for an entire library.
★ Pracht des Mondes ✔️
Oh, there's such a beautiful viscountess working here... Or what is she doing? Anyway, she's present. I'm almost envious (；一_一)
★ Eidolon
There doesn't seem to be anything to do here.
★ Misa Carte
I will definitely stop by, if only to appreciate the homeland of one of the Lalique dishes.
★ Hippodrome of Myrkonia ✔️
Horse racing is great... I hope I get a chance to participate.
★ Amphitheater of Myrkonia
On the one hand, it's a pity that I didn't manage to sign up, but on the other... maybe it's for the best.
★ Monada ✔️
┌∩┐(◣_◢)┌∩┐
★ Myrkonia Square ✔️
The square is just a square.
★ "Madrigal" Theater
I should stop by, it's a shame I probably won't catch the diva.

When Anselm returned from the countess, Eir was somewhat taken aback by how easily money is earned in this city. Here, in Elheim, their small squad had to work tirelessly, rely on each other, and put their lives in danger, but here... she certainly didn't refuse the money, but this event became a clear sign that the time for idleness should come to an end. With these thoughts, she goes into the forest and trains until it's time to go on patrol.

Is there anywhere else I can go fishing this week, perhaps near the beach or a location close to it?

Am I correct in understanding that shirts/vests are not compatible with armor? Or are they compatible?

Yeah, clothing is separate from armor, meaning you can only wear one or the other.

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Can I fish somewhere else in the area around the beach or a location close to it this week?

You can fish in the northwest. If you try the city beach, you'll have to deal with the guardian right away.

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Anyway, I'll probably only be available in the evening.

You can do it in the northwest. If you try it on the city beach, you'll have to immediately meet the guard.

/Veserod has already met everyone./

3072

overnight stay 560/350(175)

Lyre
As long as the character plays the instrument (active action), their allies receive +3 to dodge and accuracy with a 30% chance of +(etiquette) accuracy or dodge for one turn; the musician's performance restores 10% health to allies.
800 selics.

singing
1000 selics.

+booze.300

in principle, you can immediately drink, take singing, and buy a lyre. and maybe stay in a regular inn if you share a room.
aren't all the beautiful ones going to drink? we need a check for 2k

After resting for a while, Rohei went to the group to participate in patrolling the eastern forest.

On the way, he stops by "Эталон" and asks about repairing damaged equipment.

Aren't all the beautiful people going out to drink? We need a check for 2k.

I can go, but I don't really want to spend too much, I still need to get my gear repaired.

Before ordering at the restaurant, Gulveig asks if it's possible to take the food to go.
Loki said he already asked, and that it's not allowed.

— Anselm, here, take this... — He shyly hands him 1802 selics. — And what do you think... What should I do?

- What? - the guy was surprised. - No, you don't need to, what are you doing? - Anselm clenches the girl's hand with the selics into a fist after taking half for himself, and pushes it away from himself, - Keep it, it's yours, and you'll probably need it. Besides, we still have three weeks to live here. and I'm not going to pay for you. You can try going to singing lessons, I'm going to go too. and learn Dispel

I can go, but I wouldn't want to spend too much, I still need to repair my gear.

oh, come on, we only live once...

Anyway, I think I'll do this.
I'll learn Prayer and Inspiration (6k) for myself. Spend the rest on upgrading armor and other stuff (Ples insists on Enlightenment).
Imelde will learn Dispel and Enlightenment (but only next week).

In theory, we could both learn Enlightenment, so I can buff you, and you can buff me, but that's just an idea.
Give it a thumbs up if my plan is good.

Judging by Gonzo's face, the demon was not pleased with her attitude.
— Let's check.
A snap of clawed fingers rings out, and Alessia begins to experience painful, uncontrollable transformations.

"No adequate answer could be found, own it, right? Was eternity in the abyss not enough to study the basics of logic and rhetoric? Hmph, grew a huge body, but no strength left for the mind or character," Alessia managed to think before a spasm twisted her body and her consciousness plunged into darkness.

When Alessia comes to herself, it seems as if Gonzo never existed and all of this was just a bad dream, but one glance in the mirror makes her realize that it was not a dream, but a waking nightmare.

— Aau! — In a rage, Alessia hurled the mirror onto the floor. She clutched her head and began to tear out her hair, although thanks to Gonzo's efforts, only a few thin strands remained on her head anyway. Not satisfied with this, she bit her own arm hard enough to draw blood, as if wanting to wake up, but the pain proved too strong and she collapsed onto the floor, bursting into sobs. Salty tears streamed down her coarse cheeks and mixed with the blood flowing from her arm. In hysteria and pain, she lost consciousness for a while.
Soon, once Alessia had cried all her tears, clarity of thought began to return to her, and it was disgusting. Here it was, the new life. What a nightmare, what a disgrace. Alessia didn't have time to examine her reflection in detail—then she would surely have lost her mind—but a glance at her hands, knotty, blistered, earthy-colored hands, was enough. Trying to roll onto her back, Alessia felt a hump on her spine—this could no longer be hidden; this brand marked her for eternal public contempt for this stupid mistake, but where had she been? When did she decide to show off in front of Gonzo? When was she performing the ritual? When did she decide that she could easily get what she wanted at the cost of a small risk? What had led Alessia to this ridiculous, shameful, loathsome position, she did not know, but she experienced the consequences now through the full spectrum of foul emotions. Disgust. Shame. Despair. But stronger than all feelings in this moment was a rage that scorched her entire being. At herself, at Gonzo, at the absurd coincidence. In her inflamed consciousness, Alessia thought then that if she had the chance to relive what happened once, the only thing she would do differently is rip the demon's junk out by the roots. The state was strange, unfamiliar, perhaps even intoxicating in its own way, but in the male body of a hunchback who, in powerless fury, pressed his fist against the glass on the floor of an elite hotel room, there was still a female, frail soul, and enduring such a feeling for long was beyond her power. Rage gave way to inner emptiness, and her consciousness had now fully cleared; she had to decide what to do next.
It seemed there was nothing to decide; it was very simple. Alessia grabbed the dagger and swung for a strike, but when the blade almost reached the body, her hand trembled and the dagger left only a light scratch. The affect had already passed. The pain from the cut suddenly seemed very unpleasant, and the prospect of experiencing mortal pain did not evoke any delight at all. But... she wants to prove to Gonzo that his method is as ridiculous and pathetic as his underwear, doesn't she? Alessia took hold of the dagger once more, and again cast it aside. What is wrong with me... Maybe the fear of death is stronger than her will. Maybe now she just doesn't care anymore—she has survived the worst moment. Maybe true victory would be to live in this new guise as if nothing had happened.
"It's okay, it's okay... I'll have time to die. Maybe we'll live another day... keep fighting..."

Turning a curtain into something resembling a cloak with a couple of cuts and wrapping her face in fabric, Alessia, looking around exactly like a thief, climbed out of the room through the window in the morning. Hunching, more from the weight of shame than from the resulting deformity, and keeping her gaze fixed on the ground, she hurried to Pracht des Mondes.

Early in the morning, when common folk were barely starting their workday and the nobility were still sleeping off in their chambers, an unknown hunchback, never before seen in the city, knocked on the door of a fashionable shop and immediately, as if ashamed, hid his ugly bony hand under the cloak that concealed his entire body.
— I humbly apologize. — Only now did Alessia notice that her voice had also become unpleasant, creaky and weak. — I will not take much of your time, nor will I offend you by my presence inside.


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Would never have thought that in the vast internet it's damn hard to find art of a freak.
Learning the brand

Before ordering at the restaurant, Gulveig clarifies whether it is possible to take the food to go.

Roland's face showed a mixture of surprise and pity at this question, but he didn't comment on it in any way, simply replying with a short "no..."

I already deleted it, haha...

and how did Alex level up his trade secrets, through a book or with the starting skill? maybe there's a chance for someone to get a discount now, since the costs are significant here.