Posts from Horizon of Darkness Auto-translated

- Well, that's clear. Do you have any information about the escaped criminals? Who are they, what are their professions, what kind of equipment are they trained to use, and what were they punished for?

- It just so happened that we were passing by yesterday, and the trolls told us. And who is Amol? No, I mean, we're going back to those areas, and I suddenly felt like playing a courier simulator.
"Death Stranding, that is," Henry added in his thoughts.
- So, we can take on another quest.

Not at all, a courier simulator is Fallout: New Vegas!

- Interesting. Were there only two of them? And can I inspect your shed; they must have left traces there?

- Simu, right? Amol is a local loafer. He's very nice and knows a lot, but he doesn't like to work. Anyway, since you're here, here you go, - the girl hands Henry a large bottle of cream. - Will 5 gold for delivery be enough?

- Yeah, they're quite a colorful bunch. Some might say you could probably reason with them and that they're actually good guys, but it's clear that it's better to take them out right away and show no mercy. - Lin shook her head disapprovingly. - Thanks.
Now let's go find out about the ghost.

- Yeah, that's fine, so it's about the delivery, right? Hmm... And what's the cream for the trolls for, by the way? I never understood that part.

- Alright, I'll pay when you deliver. And what for? To have soft and silky skin on my hands.

-- Ah, yes, of course, -- Henry imagined the troll's soft and silky skin and shivered.
-- Do you think it's worth asking about the curse? -- he asked quietly to Davalia. -- Can these things be removed with potions, or not?

- That's unlikely. We need to find out more about the mage who cast it.

At that moment, Lin regretted having eyes, or rather, the ring that allowed those eyes to see the supernatural. Swallowing a bit of fear and disdain, Lin spoke.
- Good morning, we heard that you have a ghost here...

-- Okay. Well, we're leaving, -- he said goodbye to the hostess with that last phrase, and the group headed southwest towards the trolls' dwelling.

/ Can I allocate 3 stats there? 2 in agility, 1 in physical development, if that's the case. /

On the way to the Dávalia mountains, a woman approached Henry with questions.
- Henry, where are you from?

-- From the real world, -- the American didn't get flustered. Looking at Davalia's reaction, he clarifies. -- Most likely, from a mental hospital in San Diego. America.
-- Yeah, Henry, in moments like these, I regret that not everyone in your group wears medium rings... So I could explain things properly, and not like you, -- Kven-Kven appeared.
-- And are you local? But just so you know, Lin forbade me from talking too much, okay?

- So that's how it is... By any chance, do you know whose ghost this might be? Maybe it's your ex-girlfriend or something like that?