Posts from Ad aspera

- But lodging and modest meals.

-- You can stay overnight in the church, but I'll need to tidy up a bit first... As for food, you'll have to figure that out yourself.

— Good day to you. — Bows. — I am looking for my husband, and a guard lieutenant advised me to look for information in the town hall.

-- In that case, you should go to the right wing, to the housing and archives department. But first, you'll have to surrender your weapons at the entrance.

— Of course, naturally. I surrender my weapon and go where I'm told. But if it were Hanzo, he would have already chopped the guard to pieces...

-- You can spend the night in the church, but I'll need to tidy up a bit... As for food, you'll have to figure that out yourself.

- I can help with the cleaning. We can also do some plastering. And fix the doors.

I hope this doesn't require any special skills...

If it were Suyuri, it wouldn't be like that...

- I'll help with cleaning. We can also do some plastering and fix the doors.

He won't let her, he's probably hiding something there. 🤔

He won't let you, he's probably hiding something there. 🤔

I thought the same thing, by the way. Probably hiding pictures of scandalous girls under the floorboards.

-- We'll certainly help. We know the whole city... well, except for the quarter of the rich... uh... wealthy lords. And we've even been there! Follow us.

The makeshift squad reaches the square in the center of the city without incident... The sundial in the square shows that it is still less than two hours before noon, and there is still time to visit somewhere before the town crier appears.

Wealthy... murderers? Scoundrels?
Whatever the boy originally intended to say, it was clearly nothing good. And it's not surprising - it's not easy for ordinary people to sympathize with wealthy people living in luxury, especially if they are indifferent to their lives. Or maybe the boy has some personal scores to settle. Be that as it may, they reached the square quickly.
Too quickly, even... Ruven looked around. It wasn't even noon yet, so the square wasn't too crowded, and nothing special seemed to be happening.
These guys knew the city well, so, deciding to find out something, he asked his guides:
— What interesting things are there in the area? Where should a wandering warrior go?
He was being a little disingenuous, of course, because so far his wanderings consisted only of a short trip from the neighboring city, and his future plans were vague. But never mind, things will become clearer soon...

Just letting you know, I’m still alive, though feeling unwell on all fronts. Hopefully, I’ll be back to normal tomorrow.

just generally unwell

Hope you don't kick the bucket before you turn 30.

Like something bad.

30 is a beautiful number.

/32 looks better. And 64 looks even better. But it’s unlikely anyone will reach the ideal of 128…/

The plan was to keep an eye out for who arrives, what they talk about, hoping to discover something interesting. The stablehand is always present when travelers arrive at the tavern, after all... By staying in plain sight, he remains unnoticed, as no one pays him any mind.

One merchant, apparently meeting an old acquaintance, mentioned that he wasn't planning to spend the night in this backwater and would rather stay at the "Golden Goose" in the city center.
Most of the merchants were doing business with the workshops, and many were planning to sell their goods at the large market in the center.
They kept mentioning the merchant quarter, but none of the names mentioned were familiar to Dunkaniël.
Someone was very eager to listen to the town crier on the square today.

In response to the old man's gesture (though it depended on who you asked), Knuud took a good swig and returned the vessel, nodding respectfully.

The cup contained a black, tar-like liquid, which turned out to be something similar to ordinary beer, only very bitter, strong, and so thick that it felt like it stuck to your teeth. It wouldn't bring the dead back to life, but now it was easier to understand how the stablehand managed to stay in good health and strength, even though he didn't eat a crumb all day. The beer had truly replaced both bread and water for him.
The old man, having quickly drained the rest, this time, contrary to his usual habit, didn't throw the vessel and, taking the cup, silently walked away into the depths of the stables.
Noted:
City center: "Golden Goose," square, market
Artisan quarter
Merchant quarter

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— Of course, naturally.
I'll hand over the weapon and go where I'm told.

But if it were Hanzo, he would have already chopped the guard to pieces...

At the designated location, a man in his early thirties sat at a table, pale and slicked back, his small, pig-like eyes fixed on the table, where he kept moving papers from one side to the other, but it was unclear if he was actually reading or writing anything. His voluminous robes hid his fullness, but his chubby cheeks couldn't be hidden. Noticing Kotori, he glanced at her briefly and then returned to the papers.
— Well, what's the matter?

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- I can help with cleaning. I can also do some plastering. And fix the doors.

— I'm not so old that I can't sweep and clear out some junk. And plastering is definitely worth doing. Alas, money, money! The last money I received from Ardora went to repairing the roof, and the locals... You understand.


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These guys knew the city well, so deciding to find out something, he asked his guides:
— What interesting things are there in the area? Where should a wandering warrior go?

— There are many interesting things in our city. But the most notable things are in the center, and for a warrior, in the citadel. In general, it depends on what the lord is interested in...

The old man, after finishing the last drop, surprisingly didn't throw the vessel this time, but silently walked away with the cup, heading deeper into the stables.

Knut, figuring that the stablehand had gone to rest in his "quarters," went to his own room. Although the elf had serious plans for tonight, which he wasn't going to cancel even after feeling extremely tired, after eavesdropping on other people's conversations, he decided to visit one more place. If it wasn't too late, he should listen to the town crier in the square; they wouldn't be shouting for no reason. The war with Ardor, some kind of decree from the local king, and other things could be an unpleasant surprise, although, knowing people, it could also be an announcement of a wedding and other uninteresting nonsense.

If it wasn't too late, you should have listened to the town crier in the square; they wouldn't be shouting for no reason.

He only arrived at noon, as I already mentioned.

/ Oh, well, alright then. /
Knud changed into his traveling clothes, decided to take a walk, and then rest. For this, he approached a guard and asked:
-- Well, I've finished my work. Can you tell me what's worth seeing in this city?