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Temple of Nanaia

It's so cool that even the tentacles have returned to the forum.

Upon seeing the lamia, Asmidul immediately forgot about his sprained ankle, his face scratched by the mountain wind, his shortness of breath from the mountain walk, and even his thoughts – dark and eloquent, directed towards the builders of this guild located somewhere in Anuzish. His first thought was to run away, but noticing the book in the snake-woman's hands and remembering the advice of his respected patron, he forced himself to take a step forward. Until this moment, the southerner had only read about these creatures in fairy tales, and it was difficult to describe the encounter with them in a straightforward way. Perhaps lamias even lived peacefully in the capital, but since the young man rarely went outside, he had not yet had the opportunity to check the civility of these strange creatures. "Um, good morning," he stammered, trying to make his voice sound more confident. "And... I'm sorry to bother you. My name is Asmidul, and I've come in search of Nitra to join the Guild of Erudition."

- Hmm? Hello. - The snake woman tore her gaze away from the pages of the book and looked more closely at the human man. - I am Nitra. - Upon hearing the stranger's desire to join the guild, she suddenly crawled up to him and wrapped her tail around him, preventing him from escaping. - Joining the guild is possible, but first, I need to see what kind of person you are and what your interests are. - Still not letting him go from her firm grip, the lamia drags the guy inside the building, then puts him on the couch and starts rummaging through his inventory. - A newspaper, an interview... Oh, you have good taste - I liked it too. A student ID - that's good too, the University of Sizki is a quite decent place to broaden your horizons and acquire new knowledge. Let's see... A guidebook, two notebooks, and... Oh-oh, a diary. - Recognizing what was in her hands, Nitra's eyes lit up, and she began to study its contents with great interest. - Ah, so you've only just started writing in it, that's a shame. - She suddenly touched her ears with her fingers. - What's wrong with long ears?

"Yеpta," thought Ghenza, after familiarizing himself with the local views.
After thinking, he thought further:
"Well, at least she doesn't look bad. Not like Shiri, of course, but not some hideous creature from the bottom of the sea either. I wonder if she has a nickname?"
Satisfied with this additional thought, he scanned the room with his eyes, looking for a possible place where they might sell "souvenirs," like the one he had acquired at home, and also to see what had caught the attention of his companions.

- AAAAAAA! IT'S SOOOOOO COOL HERE!!! 😍 😍 😍 NANAYA, TAKE ME! I WILL BE YOUR FAITHFUL DISCIPLE UNTIL THE END OF MY DAYS! - Insho falls to her knees before the statue/painting/altar of the goddess.

—I-it's personal... —the pale young man stammered, already regretting that he had brought the diary with him. —I just think that such ears are not very practical from a biological point of view... And you could have just asked if you wanted to know more about me...

- I have nothing against mules. It's just... where do mushrooms get mules from...

- Listen, Jack. You still haven't told me how you got the ability to speak. Is it really such a secret? - asked Erika.

- And who can I sell it to? Everyone just says that it's pointless to "mess around with that thing." They even announced an award for it, but there are no leads. That woman, what's her name... Ett, says that it's all pointless, but she sits there for days and, apparently, nights. It's all strange, don't you think? By the way, did you notice anything... unusual there during the inspection? Maybe you noticed something that I missed? - asked Erika.

– With such talents, our kingdom should be safe... – the lunar elf murmured and hurried to bring the archmage tea with sweets.

-- Don't cry, it will only get worse... Hmm. What was that? It's better to think about what we'll do with the carcass, it would be a pity if it went to waste. Maybe we should give the head to the protector, or sell the skin to the craftsmen?

- Since you carry me around, that's how it works...

- I DON'T KNOW. Ask my creator.

- No, I didn't notice.

That woman is probably doing what I'm suggesting to you - selling this incomprehensible junk.

Insho successfully receives a new conviction...
- H-how many do you have? - Lydia suddenly asks her.

I wonder, will they be amazed by the quantity or mock the fact that there are so few?

- 1008 pods 😳

- S-s-sausages...? And I have 51945 s-sausages...