- I see you are a knowledgeable person in our field, aren't you? - He gives him anywhere from a few seconds to fifty-five minutes to observe the etiquette and finally introduce himself in return, then nods. - That's good, in that case, I won't have to spend much time on explanations. I know that you have been to the "Phantom" and analyzed its... "history." I mean that unfortunate woman standing by the counter, and the one lying on the pillow behind the glass. It's not that I'm a fan of burdening myself with other people's problems, but this particular situation has caught my attention. I would like to do what I can to restore the natural balance in their situation, but it is all so mysterious that at the moment I cannot yet formulate any idea into a tangible form. Would you share your own observations and guesses? Two heads are definitely better than one here.
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Keliandra leaves the shop and heads to Carneol. She seeks a meeting with Ayko.
/ You've really gotten into the role of the wizard king... /
/ Apparently, you wanted to steal even more corpses there to gain 5k HP. /
Keliandra leaves the shop and heads to Carneol. She is looking for a meeting with Ayko.
"Apostle of Wrath, huh? What a pompous nickname. It would suit a burly bodyguard, I should remember that."
The others had already scattered to question the shopkeepers, but Garret wasn't in a hurry. He was specifically assigned to "patrol the area," which sounded more like "go for a walk, do whatever you want, just don't get in the way." Not bad. He didn't see much point in just wandering around Emerald Alley; others were already doing that during breaks between interrogating merchants. Visiting a couple of establishments and listening to what people were talking about over a cup of tea? Sure, but he didn't have the money for that. But wandering around where, at first glance, there seemed to be nothing to do could theoretically be useful. Or not, but he didn't have any other ideas.
Garret sets off to wander through the residential areas in search of something interesting, listening as much as possible to what people are gossiping about in the streets.
— How are things going, leader? Any news?
*Keliandra briefly recounts that there is nothing suspicious in the last two shops.*
Looking around, Beata realizes she is in a clean, but small room. Lying on the bed, she sees that her right arm is attached to the wall with a chain, and her left arm is missing altogether; only a bandaged shoulder indicates that it was once there.
Ah, damn. So, it was all just a dream...
Just kidding, if that wasn't clear.
- Oh my... Where am I?
Beata tugs at the chain and checks her inventory.
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
— Oh, that’s a shame. Let’s see what others find. By the way, how is Beata doing? Is she alright? — Kelian dra suddenly asked cheerfully.