Posts from Horizon of Darkness Auto-translated

- You could think it's some kind of castle. Or a jail... - Zeikin checked his imaginary sundial on his wrist to determine how long they would have to wait, and lit a cigarette.

- Well, backgammon, cards? We'll be stuck here for a while.

Nikta realizes that her head won't magically fix itself, which is a shame. She lifts her head in a manner similar to poor Yorick.
- What's up with you? I've heard my comrades talking about you. You need to find a body and some kind of tie in a pile of manure, right?

Is there a doormat at the entrance? Are there any bushes nearby?

— It’s been too long. I have a couple of options: either I can just focus on other tasks for now, like the mine or whatever else was there, and come back when it opens, or I can find a way to get in there now and check the rooms without any witnesses. Although, there’s really no particular reason to do that.

- He's a quick guy, and he's on sick leave, I'm rooting for him.
An idea is forming in Nikta's mind.
- Let's go, first we'll find your body. It probably didn't go far from the well.

Radiel pauses, looking at the doormat.
— I remember my grandmother once ran a trinket shop, and she used to hide a spare key under the doormat. That business didn't last long...
He lifts the doormat and looks underneath.

- Yeah, the tasks are a bit dull today. But maybe that's for the best after yesterday, - Zeikin sighs. - There's really no point in forcing our way in if our friend is also absent. Unless we knock, right on the door, and ask the butler or whoever is in charge. Maybe they know something? Maybe they know where he is, - the warrior leans against the nearest window, as much as possible, trying to see something inside. - Although they might just tell us to go away, and they would be right.

Does Nikta follow the trail?

Nikta, accompanied by a head and those wishing to join the quest, goes to the well and picks up the trail.

I knock on the glass.

The huntress approaches and turns her head so she can see her own body. She sniffs around.
- Look, how does it look? Are all the limbs in place? Is there an arrow sticking out of her knee or an axe in her back?

Hearing a knock, the cleaning lady approached the window and, seeing two onlookers, shouted.
- Closed! - the cleaning lady's muffled voice echoed.

- Seems like everything is alright. Phew! I got lucky!