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— Septet, oh wise source of knowledge, — Alaria turned uncertainly towards the bird, — I would not like to use your talents for such mundane activities, but could you discreetly scout what lies further down the tunnel? As you yourself surely understand, Melesar's treachery cost me my combat skills. I would not want to fall into an ambush and take to the afterlife information so necessary to Her Majesty.
While the treacherous skeleton with a green gem inside tormented some trio, and Karneol prepared for a fun journey, another remarkable person arrives in the capital. More precisely, she arrives by air.
Around dawn, a radiant Lunar elf disembarks from another airship, and her appearance can only be described as "delicate." The lovely red-haired girl in a white dress immediately begins to examine the people around her. After a few moments, a greeting escapes her lips:
— Not bad.
The traveler is inspected by a guard named Triton Gissles, who looks nervous and tired. — What is the purpose of your arrival in Margel? — He picked up writing implements and prepared to write. — How old are you? What religious and ideological beliefs do you adhere to? What is your profession? What is your marital status? Do you have children? What is your height? Weight? Do you have any criminal past that I should know about? Is there anyone in the city who can vouch for you?
Added 1 minute ago Morning
- Hello. Are you alright?.. - Aiyano was a little embarrassed. - You are Lost-san, if I understand correctly?
what color people?
Grayish.
— That's right. And you? Judging by your dress, I would assume you are a member of the imperial family, but I don't remember any new additions, heh!
Added 7 minutes ago Ple-Sen
Yes, let's do it.
— Septet, oh wise source of knowledge, — Alaria turned uncertainly towards the bird, — I would not like to use your talents for such mundane activities, but could you discreetly find out what lies further down the tunnel? As you surely understand, Melesar's treachery cost me my combat skills. I would not want to fall into an ambush and carry away information so necessary to Her Majesty.
At Alaria's suggestion, the raven disappears into the darkness of the tunnel.
Since all participants were undead, after a short pause, the roulette continued to spin again.
Melesar (again) becomes incapacitated during the day.
Since all participants were undead, after a short pause, the roulette continued to spin again.
Since all participants were undead, after a short pause, the roulette continued to spin again.
The roulette chooses Melesar. Melesar is given a quest to visit all the cities of Calcite.
Since all participants were undead, after a short pause, the roulette continued to spin again.
The participants need to play rock-paper-scissors to decide who will kill themselves.
- Oh, that... Maybe I'm a hikikomori princess who never leaves the palace, that's why no one has seen me, haha... - she felt uncomfortable and vowed to wear something normal tomorrow. - My name is Aiyano. Lost-san... hmm... for some reason, your last name seems familiar, or very similar to another one...? I saw your ad in the "guild". Could I learn more? If it's still relevant, of course...
- Ah, that's... Maybe I'm a hikikomori daughter who has never left the palace, that's why no one has seen me, haha... - she felt uncomfortable and vowed to wear something normal tomorrow. - My name is Aiyano. Lost-san... hmm... for some reason, your last name seems familiar, or very similar to some other one...? I saw your ad in the "guild". Can I learn more? If, of course, it's still relevant...
— I just want you to tell me a story, a cruel one with a good moral. I think I'll be able to publish a whole collection soon, maybe then the expenses will pay off...
The news of Keliandra’s unexpected death from heatstroke upset Raphael. The charming, quirky dark lunar elf had entertained him and brightened his otherwise dull days in Carneole. In the morning, the lauric elf headed to the guard fort to find out where to collect the body and who in the city handles burials.