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- Better not. We have a dangerous mission, and he might get hurt accidentally, and we already have enough on our plate, - Veserod sighed and stood up. - Hmm... You've given us quite a challenge.

I'm taking a break for now. You can claim the reward.

F) Old mill.
G) Cave.
H) Abandoned mine.
I) Old estate.
J) Waterfall.

I suggest we prioritize exploring from F to J. The other locations seem like potential traps for now. After checking those two, we'll decide whether to investigate them further or move deeper into the forest. Because we'll definitely need to go there eventually, and it's possible that our "passengers" or someone connected to them from our forest area are located there.

Especially the crossroads.

Well, if she doesn't say anything else, and the Heroes forum user has run out of things to say, then we politely say goodbye and F.

Upon closer inspection, Kalentia quickly realized that there was no question of letting the poor fellow go anywhere – his tormentors had done a thorough job, turning him into a cripple. He needed to be taken to Myrkoria as soon as possible for proper medical attention, but even the best doctors wouldn't be able to heal all the wounds inflicted on the inquisitor by Erika's people. It was hard to say whether this served as a demonstration of her subordinates' love for cruelty or their loyalty to the crown, for which they were willing to go so far. To them, he was almost not even a human being.

- Better not. We have a dangerous mission, and he might get killed by accident, and we already have enough to worry about.

The Argalian's thoughts were interrupted by Veserod's words, which sounded like a bolt from the blue. They were leaving the poor fellow in Erika's hands. Just like that – so he wouldn't be a burden. A dry and pragmatic approach, not much different from that of their interlocutor. The girl herself seemed to flinch at these words. She wanted to challenge the leader's decision, but he was unyielding in this plan, like Gungnir. Could it be that he chose Veserod as a leader, in part, because of this cynical and down-to-earth approach to solving problems? Something that would save the squad's lives, even if it was morally questionable? Very likely – her uncle has never been wrong about people yet. All that remained was to somehow come to terms with the fact that the inquisitor now faced either death or something even worse. Somehow, she had to accept it.

no, I also wanted to say goodbye.

- It's better not to. We have a dangerous mission, and he might get hurt accidentally, and we already have enough on our plate, - Veserod sighed and stood up. - Hmm... You've given us quite a task.

Gullveig approaches Veserod and says quietly:
-- I'm sorry, but I think it would be better to hand him over to the Countess and the local guard. It's our job to detain people like him, even though we were late. And for our colleagues from the iron guard, he's just dead weight. If you want, I'll take personal responsibility.

By the way, if you want, you can choose your own individual colors for the mug and the letters. I'll make Ayr red and yellow, and Imelde white and black.

Since black and white are already taken, let's go with black and white. Or white and red. Or black and red. Whatever looks better visually and fits the color scheme of Calentia.

Gullveig approaches Veserod and says to him quietly:
-- I'm sorry, but I think it would be better to hand him over to the Countess and the local guard. It's our job to detain people like him, even though we were late. And for our colleagues from the Iron Watch, he's just dead weight. If you want, I'll take personal responsibility for it.

- Gullveig, - Veserod looks sternly into his sister's half-asleep eyes and answers just as quietly. - If this were an ordinary prisoner, I would, without a doubt, take him. But this man, as you well heard, is a dangerous spy from a hostile state, an incognito visitor, and a secret agent. This is beyond our competence, not only for "legal" reasons, but also for conscience's sake. He will escape or do something, and you won't be able to catch him again. After that, he may harm not only us but also the peaceful inhabitants of this province. And if he finds out about someone's affairs... - Veserod shook his head. - Then it will be impossible to predict his behavior in any way. He hasn't lived with us for thirty years and doesn't have the same connection that you and I, and Anders, and everyone else have, to know what we have on our minds and in our hearts, whether we are good people or bad.
He cast a quick glance at the prisoner.
- And don't let yourself be fooled. The fact that he is beaten up doesn't mean anything. This man had a mission and the abilities to single-handedly infiltrate the lair of occultists, bandits, or whoever they are, and either destroy them all or steal his artifact. And he will paint you any picture to make you feel sorry for him. In other words, this is something that appropriate government people should deal with. They have already learned everything from him. What awaits him is either imprisonment or, possibly, subsequent negotiations with his country. Or execution - but that is exactly what would await him if he settled with the Countess. So, in this case, I am unyielding. Don't stir up trouble while it's quiet, and you won't be able to help him here.

– We are the right people for this, or at least, that’s what I thought, – Gulveig replied, but said nothing more. It was clear that Veserod wouldn’t change his mind, and it would be strange for his colleagues from the railway to witness some kind of incomprehensible, quiet dispute.
So, let’s go.

As they left, a pistol shot rang out from the riverbank, quickly fading into the sounds of nature.

– That’s how it is, folks. Behind an attractive face and a belief in one’s own infallibility, the most terrifying monsters often hide. – the hunchback muttered and fell silent again.

It's just a Caucasian wedding.