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Just hold off on that for now, in case we want to create a character with a lamp and try to go beyond Calcite.
Well, I understand that you can recruit at any time and not necessarily in Margel, but then the recruited units won't have the carnelian buffs, which isn't ideal. It's better to decide about the lamp sooner rather than later for this reason...
Alright, I won't wait for Frag, or he'll mess up the poll again, lol.
- Hello! We talked a few days ago about a wedding dress, and now we're ready to order it! I'd like something in this style, - Beata shows a picture cut out from a magazine, - but I trust your excellent taste, - she looks around demonstratively, - and it's not necessary to adhere exactly to the sample!
- Do you have the money?
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Aiyano circles the chest through a cloth, not getting too close, then rereads the words:
- Huh? - she asks the chest, blinking blankly a couple of times.
Then she carefully examines it again, the surface of the walls, and around the chest - maybe it dropped something or left some kind of clue?
Aiyano finds absolutely nothing. The chest seems to stare menacingly at her, as if saying with its non-existent eyes: "you'll have to guess."
- Uh... Honey? Friendship? A hundred thousand rems? A super-duper sword? - the bear hunter asks the chest all these questions, but doesn't expect an answer. - Listen, buddy, will you... explode, turn me into a buruaka, or worse - into a man, if I guess wrong? There might be more than one option, and it wouldn't be very fair to pull such a trick... - wiping sweat from her forehead, she tries to assess whether she can climb out of the pit, and also - the size of the chest.
In the morning of a new day, Garret scribbled a few more lines in his diary under Harold's supervision.
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Carneol 1.0
CC - a skilled trader, a capable organizer, and knew a thing or two about magical items. She turned out to be a person of such high morals that she remained trapped as a companion, even though she could have easily escaped. Greenhouse - always getting involved, impulsive, and headstrong. They say she got burned out in the sun; I didn't know she had such problems. Oculist - a charismatic fellow, a ladies' man, an aspiring merchant. He preferred shuffling papers in the headquarters to long journeys and dreamed of performing in the local theater. He went on a date and never returned. Egoza - always running around, bothering everyone, and would tear someone's throat out for her loyal little dog. Affectionate and emotional, not the best traits for work, but she supports team spirit. Gourmet - seems like a capable fighter, but I never saw him in action. He's under constant overprotection and has a bad habit of hoarding some nasty stuff. Librarian - strives for knowledge and wants to turn those who displease her into ashes. He burned and survived, but not like a phoenix, but like a cinder. You should be wary of him; he doesn't seem inclined to show mercy or forgiveness. Schoolgirl - simple-minded, but after the firestorms, she doesn't even bat an eye. She comes out of battles clean and, on this occasion, got a cat. Smoky - doesn't particularly favor anyone, but also doesn't provoke conflicts. A warrior of plantain and poultices, she knows her stuff. Keeper of Purity - she takes care of everyone; her role in Carneol is hard to overestimate.
Something clinked softly as it came into contact with the skull being put back. Right, Sisyandra's gear; he didn't really appreciate what was in it. Hmm... A steel rod. Undoubtedly, the former owner would have gladly shoved it up the backside of some redhead. A weapon for those with specific tastes. Next... Women's boots. They won't fit him; he'll have to sell them to someone. What else... Ah, this is interesting. A strange cube that emanates magic. We'll test it out sometime; I'm sure we can get something cool out of it. Well, that's all. Not much, but there are a few useful things here.
Having finished the inspection, Garret decides to go see what this Dryad from the book is all about.
it doesn't fly forward with its nose if anything, it just walks calmly... if the cube needs to be equipped for use, it equips it
- Uh... Honey? Friendship? A hundred thousand gold? A super-duper sword? - the bear hunter asks the chest all these questions, but doesn't expect an answer. - Listen, buddy, will you... explode, turn me into a buruaka, or worse - into a man, if I guess wrong? There might be more than one option, and it wouldn't be very fair to pull such a trick... - wiping sweat from her forehead, she tries to assess whether she can climb out of the pit, and also - the size of the chest.
The meter-long chest of pleas doesn't wait and doesn't hear any questions... If you try hard enough, you can climb out of the pit.
- Alright, it will be ready by then. I wish you both the best of luck until that day.
- Thank you, we will try!
They head to "Phantom," hoping there won't be any temporal paradoxes due to a certain overly enthusiastic priestess who has been wandering around in the past month.
- Okay, fine. At least it's definitely not "honey," - she says to the chest. Then, a shocking thought strikes her: the word could also be spelled with the letter "E," simply because the designers didn't provide another version of the letter on the standard lock. Moreover, the Phantom might be illiterate, and then guessing the word would be impossible. Trying not to dwell on this thought, the priestess frantically flips through her notebook for a while, trying to remember everything she can about the case, making assumptions based on the locations visited, and even trying to form a word from the letters of their names, but all she comes up with is nonsense. Finally, she sighs convulsively, puts the notebook aside, and reaches out with a trembling hand to the disk... Then she pulls back, tries to perform her usual set of breathing exercises to manage her emotions. It helps - but only a little. Closing her eyes, she reaches for the disk again... After thinking for a few seconds, she opens them and tries to enter "adventure."
Ment
Ple-Sen
