Posts from Horizon of Darkness Auto-translated

- Two mi... Uhm, I mean, I'll be back soon, - the mercenary warned his comrades before walking away.

What's up?

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- Maybe we should submit the application and start working on it at the same time? And let's inform our commander. There's no point in wasting time.

"At the very least, we can ask the class monitor to show us the crater. I would like to take a closer look. And pass the letter to our singer through her pocket. She should handle these issues, since she was appointed as the squad commander. And in general, we should warn her, just in case we decide to deal with this matter on the spot."

As he emerged from the forest and tied the laces of his clothes while walking, Zeikin thought that the years were passing, but he wasn't changing – sometimes, kindness still prevailed over common sense. On the other hand, wealthier people fund the construction of Temples and don't count every penny – which means that even simpler workers are quite capable of making a feasible contribution to a good cause. This thought calmed him down a little.
Well, he's a lonely, unmarried man, a mercenary wanderer... So, perhaps yes.

-- Do you think it's your thing? Well, in principle, you can't see anything underwater anyway, so..."Do you think Lin is still in Radwood? Although, of course, she's probably already giving her fifth concert, and she could just as easily pass on a message."
-- Well, I basically agree with Kalimor," Henry said to his companion. "I'm too lazy to go to Radwood. Min, I'll read what the old man wrote here (if it's not sealed)."
-- Old man, don't go anywhere yet.

- Ugh, the guys are late; we agreed to meet at the tavern after scouting. - After dancing and singing to her heart's content, Linulya enjoys a meat dish with a side and then downs some excellent beer. Soon, she's lying on one of the beds on the fourth floor, her lips slightly parted in a displeased but cute way, muttering complaints.

And why was I sent to this world? I could be performing on magnificent stages in a beautiful country, uploading recordings of my performances and music videos to YouTube, getting millions of views and thousands of likes, and appearing on the covers of various magazines. Maybe they'd even make figurines of me and other merchandise. But no, I have to trudge around and get blisters on my feet. And time is passing; I don't have much youth left, and my stamina isn't what it used to be. By home standards, I'm already a Christmas cake, and there's still no husband in sight, and it's unlikely there will be one... Looking at my companions, there are two old men, an American with the quirks typical of his nation, a talking sword, and a slime, haha. - Still slightly tipsy, the commander places her hand on her lower abdomen. - And I can't really relieve the tension; I'm not ready to be a mother, especially not in this world. It hurts in my butt, and it's disgusting in my mouth... Pfft.

-- So, old man, will you show us where the whirlpool is?

In the town, they met their companions, Niktu, Kalimor, and Henry, who were talking to some old man.

Having joined their companions, the expedition members followed the old man. They passed by a mill and headed along the river to the north. After about an hour of walking, the mercenaries reached the edge of the map a whirlpool in the center of the river. They also noticed a path leading into the forest.
- Here it is. It's getting bigger every day.

-- O. He's our sailing expert, our wetness expert, and our expert on... something. He's late.-- I thought he'd be closer. He could have been sitting in the tavern already, -- the American grumbled, and then walked to the shore.
Any fish?