Posts from 🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks Auto-translated

Of course, the Guild of Quill and Ink remained in the city, but Camistella still lacked the writing and journalism skills to be motivated to check it out...

– If you think about it, things could have been worse, – the lunar elf concluded the trip optimistically. – Perhaps I should visit an old friend? True, there's a chance he's not home either... but not because he's fled.

Camistella goes to visit Phainiant.

Without doing that, he tears off a piece of paper and writes on it:
Don't worry about unfinished business, get well and come back. - and puts it in her inventory (not "under the fabric," but somewhere in her bag or nearby)
- Let's go. We can't do anything here anymore.

- Likewise. - He shook the guy's hand and caught his eye on the missing catch, explaining. - I didn't go fishing; I was searching for something that was lost. Unfortunately, without success.

—Yeah, I've been going around, asking people. —he said, sounding a bit down. —Maybe she left the city after all?

—Yeah, I've been going around, asking people. —he said, sounding a bit downcast. —Maybe she left the city after all?

Lesedi's words reminded Erika of hyenas and blackguards in a Farisian restaurant. Her impressions of these dishes were not very pleasant, but she decided not to say anything in order not to offend the possible tastes of the "trio." After all, the restaurant with its dishes is quite popular in Faris...

Genza lights a cigarette, holds the smoke for a long time - the image of the half-dead Zumi just won't leave his head.
- Let's get ready. We have a small change in the team, - he says, stomping his foot.

- Logic suggests yes, but my heart says no. Did you manage to find out anything useful?

It seems that Faineant's warm acquaintance with the Scryms wasn't in a hurry to pause.

– Not surprised, he didn't seem to plan on returning to Enlil anytime soon. When talented individuals suddenly have both money and inspiration, it becomes almost impossible to keep them in one place, – Camistella noted without any obvious irritation. – This is the home of Mr. Faineant, a well-known artist. He's an unusual and somewhat eccentric individual, and therefore often misunderstood. But we've been friends for over a year, and it's worth it.

Meanwhile, the trio and Lezedi started talking about something, and the conversation quickly turned to the recently finished tournament.
- I didn't expect to lose in the very first match, she said. - It's a disgrace to my Larsidan heritage!
- Ha-ha, don't worry so much, Sheila said, greeting the new acquaintance warmly. - Not everyone can handle such a giant, especially one clad in armor! But it's strange that he had enough sense not to clash with Erika; usually, such muscleheads are very stupid.

- That's true. Even a poor family, with not a penny to their name, won't catch consumption by laying their offspring on straw, - the seller nods. - Thank you for waiting.
To the Kotans:
- Due to the fact that a spot has become available, as well as other difficulties... Tailotti expressed a desire to join our excursion and help with the equipment, for which I am eternally grateful. I understand that this is a bit unexpected, but what can you do? Otherwise, we'll lose the reservation, and the picnic will be ruined.

—Yeah, it's the same as everyone says—she was acting strangely shortly before she disappeared. She was asking about sewing a head back on or something like that. —He shrugs with a sigh. —I think she was just imagining things. I read in some detective novel that in such situations, you need to put yourself in that person's shoes. What would I do in such a nervous and agitated state? If I were very impressionable...? I wouldn't go to the mountains, after all. Did you happen to take a look around the observatory? Before the esteemed guards trampled all over the evidence.