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— One of my old acquaintances might wonder why I don't just ambush her somewhere and have a duel without any prior arrangements? — Diablo winked in response. — But Gulveig from... Baldr? Familiar name, but I need to hear about the duel from her directly.

Erich didn't understand the meaning of the wink, but he didn't care:
-Well, we'll talk when we meet.
After that, he continued to enjoy the sauna.

- Just ten minutes ago, I witnessed an emotion on her half-asleep face – "Oh, how unfortunate that I can't join my subordinates in a hot tub, to kill two birds with one stone – bond with them and lure goblin spies into an ambush after the bath." To miss out on two strategic opportunities at once – can this be called luck?... You still have time to join them, Gulveig of Baldur. I'll keep watch around here.

Gulveig remained silent. Perhaps Lester thought she was a strong and taciturn leader... But she simply couldn't respond with "What are you talking about?" to her subordinate. Finally, she decided to play along with his rules and proudly raised her nose:
-- Nightblade. The Night Blade of the West, East, North, South, and the Slayer. Thank you for your concern, but the famous Goblin King might appear here at any moment. I'm afraid that only I, Gulveig of Baldur, am capable of stopping him. However, with your help, our chances increase significantly. Stay in ambush and wait for my signal.

Leaving a bit earlier than the others, allowing the guys to discuss everything in a close-knit group of friends without outsiders, Diablo goes to look for Gulveig.

Thanks, guys, you traded me for him... But, considering the overall power balance, we came out ahead, so I can’t blame you.

Leaving a bit earlier than the others, allowing the guys to discuss everything in a close-knit group of friends without outsiders, Diablo goes to look for Gulveig.

He finds [her somewhere nearby]. Perhaps Leicester was there, or perhaps he was already gone...

— Gulveig from Baldr? My name is Diablo. Your minions informed me that you are willing to accept a duel to the death in exchange for my assistance to your squad in completing the task assigned by the residents of this village. Is that correct?

Hiding behind an apple sapling, Vargas observed the negotiations between the mysterious stranger and the Flesh Priestess of Serberia. Could this be the Goblin King? Outwardly, he showed no signs of this accursed race, but if goblins are capable of changing so drastically during their lives, transforming from small, ugly creatures into huge brutes, and even reproducing by fertilizing females of different species, then what prevents them from evolving to such an extent that they become indistinguishable from humans? Lester observed the doppelganger for a while but noticed no mannerisms typical of goblins, from which, no matter what, one cannot escape through genetics alone. Perhaps this is some kind of admirer – and he certainly doesn't look like a local loser – or another of the contacts from the underworld with whom Gulveig of Baldr has established a devilish cooperation over the long years of her terror over Visteria. Spitting into his palms and gripping Swinecleaver and Widowmaker more comfortably, Nightblade assumed the stance of a wild cat lurking in the undergrowth and pricked up his ears.

First, she noticed a man out of the corner of her eye, clearly not a local, and obviously strong. Then he addressed her, and she was surprised that someone knew her name. Then Vegi caught the word "to death," and only a little later, the name of the person who had spoken. She looked at his weapon, confirming that the speaker was a pikeman. Considering the information she had, the girl was certainly not thrilled with the encounter, but she tried not to show it. Who knows what this guy has in mind...
— Quite an unexpected meeting... It's an honor to meet you, Sir Diablo, you've become somewhat famous after the events in Elheim. However, considering what I've heard about you, I doubt I'd be a worthy opponent. Of course, we could test that on a joint goblin hunt, but...
"Honestly, I'm not ready to die yet, Mother."
— Even so, I wouldn't want to risk my life," she sighed. "Unless you'd be willing to make an exception and allow the duel to be non-lethal, or at least provide healing for the losing side. Sorry."
Truthfully, she wanted to test her strength against the famous Rosenritter occultist; after all, the girl had become much stronger than in the past, but he was clearly not standing still (and, according to rumors, he was once far superior to the Baldurians), so prudence told her to respond cautiously.

“Goblins don’t interest me.” In a conversation with Diablo, Gulveig could sense that he emanated an energy similar to that of Zeno. “And I’m not interested in playing in sandboxes either. Well… even though I’m disappointed, there’s nothing I can do about it, and I have no desire to bully those with weak spirits. All the best.”
She leaves.

I hope he's also capable of defeating a Valkyrie. Then things will get interesting...

The moment when even Diablo, who wanted revenge against the Baldur's Gate team, was disappointed by Gulveig's actions.

So, what’s next?

I’m already tired of dying to goblins.

Alright, since you're in a hurry, I won't pretend I have something else in mind...

I hope he's also capable of taking down a Valkyrie. Then we'll really be in business...

They'll end up enslaved to a new ruler, but at least they won't have to live in a dorm 8-)

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Adventurers who have rested in the sauna receive +1 to Strength, +1 to Endurance, +1 to Agility, +1 to Perception, and +1 to Speed.

Adventurers who relax in the sauna receive +1 to Strength, +1 to Endurance, +1 to Agility, +1 to Perception, and +1 to Speed.

Lol. A village bathhouse is better than an expensive hotel and gym.