Posts from Horizon of Darkness Auto-translated

I can make a little cream. Do you need it?

- Open your pocket, I'm going to make some cream now, - Faiblupp said to the owner of the magical item (you decide who) and began to secrete a acidic sticky substance. Can I secrete a regular one? I just didn't think about this... ps I don't have any plates. Maybe someone else has one, a rum bottle or something...

/ I don't think it matters where it's made. If everything goes well, then... /

Henry feels the familiar vibration and takes out an interdimensional pocket.

-- No, no, everything is fine, customer! -- the American takes out what the guys there cobbled together, apparently a bottle with murky liquid. -- See? I guarantee delivery, it's the firm's honor! Look, the smell, the texture, any skin will be ten, no, twenty times more beautiful with this cream! Well, or whatever you're going to apply it to.
-- But first, I need your signature, -- he takes out paper and a pen. -- Name, surname, if any, occupation... Or, if the cream isn't for you, let the customer come out. Because without the customer's signature, it's impossible...

"I'm kind of tired of it... Although, up close, it's quite good, better not mess with it."
-- That's right, cream is a medicine for the skin. To keep the skin healthy and beautiful. Besides, we have a new formula, and the smell should be like this. Want me to show you on myself?
-- And also, the cream can be returned to Radwood, but we have new rules. The customer needs to go there in person – to Radwood, to the alchemist. And there, they will need to fill out papers, write letters – Henry demonstrates the paper again. – Letters, text. Can you write?

Let him try it...

-- What's wrong? We have a beautiful city; you should see it with your friends. Although, it's not my business. Please sign here, -- Henry extends a piece of paper. -- In letters. Otherwise, he won't believe that you received the goods. I understand that you probably learned other skills; look at your goats, a beautiful herd, by the way, but the rules... -- Henry put his hand behind his neck and scratched it. -- The alchemist will tear my head off if I don't do as I'm told. Maybe there's someone else who can write their name, huh?

But does he even have a pen or a quill?

- People don't like us. We don't like people. That's why we don't go out.
The troll signs and goes back into the cave.

She has everything in her purse...
"Good grief, she can write! Not everyone in our squad can!" Henry thought to himself. "Uh, Dasha, are you going to pay?" he tries to stop her, but gives up and decisively changes his tone. "Alright, stand still."

Next up: intimidation.

"I've come for the girl. Did you think no one would find out that you're holding her here against her will? You, your friend, and two others. I have friends too, and they'll be here in a minute. So, either you cooperate with me, or you'll get beaten, understand, Dasha? Nice name, by the way. That's why I tried to be nice at first, because I like you, Dasha. Polish name, right? Anyway, bring the girl out here under any pretext. We're going to return her to her father. We don't abandon our own, and if someone hurts ours, that's it, vendetta. First, my friends will arrive, then all the soldiers here, and then the entire city guard, if you don't hand over the captive willingly.