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Hargen wakes up in the castle chambers late in the morning. It is cold here. No fireplace can warm the stone walls, but fortunately, warm fur blankets were found for the warrior.
“Sir Hargen,” a servant knocks on the door. “Forgive me for disturbing you, but it is time for lunch. Afterwards, Sir Geoffroy and Sir Raymond would like to speak with you.”
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
- I have no idea. But my gut tells me that this establishment is not for commoners... At least ten silver coins...
Indeed, how could Voldemar have known about their "prices"...
-- Keep your secrets, -- Arno smirked. -- Let's go see who we can find in the tavern. The Fire Mages descend to the first floor, immersing themselves in the chaos. Most of the tavern is filled with warriors resting after tournaments and prostitutes who are ready to help them. Fake bards play, standing on a table in the center of the hall. Only in the far corners are there dice players with gloomy drinkers, and a small group of merchants are gathered by the wall.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
"Well, well... a hotel, a brothel, and a casino all in one..." Voldemar thought, watching what was happening.
For now, he had also "taken a spot" near the wall, but further away from the merchants. He watched what was happening and waited for Arno to speak.
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Food and drink gave his soul rest, but it was only a brief, artificial effect, like all beliefs and convictions. As the relaxing vapors, driven out by alcohol, dissipated from his circulatory, nervous, and respiratory systems, Hargon’s consciousness once again regained its usual, hopelessly dark state, like a dark blanket of stone the color of a starless sky, enveloping the gloomy, abandoned Tower. Broken from above by the wrath of nature, misfortune of genetic origin, and the neglectful attitude of its former owner, this structure perfectly reflected his own soul: maimed, devastated, abandoned, and forgotten. Author
Hargon wakes up in the Castle chambers late in the morning. It is cold here. No hearth is capable of warming the stone mass of its walls, but fortunately, fur blankets for the warrior were found. —Sir Hargon, — the valet knocks on the door. —Forgive me for disturbing you, but it is now lunchtime. And after that, Sir Geoffrey and Sir Raymond wanted to talk with you.
Opening his eyes, he felt neither the former pleasant relaxation from a long rest, nor a drop of fatigue or drowsiness. Emptiness was once again his only true companion. Sitting up on the bed, he threw off the rich furs, shivering from the piercing cold. This was what remained of life within him: a smoldering, musty hearth. Dressing in his modest clothes, he replies to the valet in his usual even voice: —Thank you. I will be down to the table shortly. It is impolite to make esteemed gentlemen languish in anticipation.
"Well, well... a hotel, a brothel, and a casino all in one..." thought Voldemar, looking at what was happening.
For now, he also "took a spot" near the wall, but further away from the merchants. He watches what's happening and waits for Arno to speak.
-- So, what do you say? Let's have one of us sit near the players, and the other near the drunks, -- Arno said, already with his usual mug of beer in hand. -- Who do you prefer?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
-- Well, I suggest one of us sits with the players, and the other with the drunks, -- Arno said, already holding his usual mug of beer. -- Who are you closer to?
"What's sweeter – horseradish or radish?", thought Voldemar.
- Gambling is evil, but alcohol is even less desirable... I'll go to the players...
He walks over to the players at the dice game as a "spectator"...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
The esteemed lords were not at the dining table – Hargen had to drink beer and eat porridge in the company of ordinary soldiers. After the meal, he is escorted to the marshal, the constable, and Jarl Sigurd. The gentlemen are drinking wine early in the morning – judging by their faces, the hangover is just beginning to subside.
– Don't be shy, – Geoffrey hands a goblet to the berserker. – We have about a month to prepare for the expedition, and that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you have any matters that require your attention? If not, the time until departure can be devoted to either preparation – Constable Raimund offered to help the expedition participants with this, or, if you wish, to less important matters. The expedition is quite expensive for us, and we cannot afford to provide everyone with the best equipment, but if you help, you will not be left without a reward.
Added 46 seconds ago Saraba
I will be AFK for a while; if a General quest starts, you can craft and use whatever is necessary. The Silentiary merchants will confirm this.
Can you tell me approximately how much?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
The esteemed lords were nowhere to be found at the dinner table – Hargen had to drink beer and eat porridge in the company of ordinary soldiers. After the meal, he is escorted to the marshal, the constable, and Jarl Sigurd. The gentlemen are drinking wine early in the morning – judging by their faces, the hangover is just beginning to subside. – Don't be shy, – Geoffroy hands a goblet to the berserker. – We have about a month to prepare for the expedition, and that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you have any matters that require your attention? If not, the time until departure can be devoted to either preparation – Constable Raimund has offered to help the expedition members with this – or, if you wish, to less important matters. The expedition is quite expensive for us, and we cannot afford to provide everyone with the best equipment, but if you help, you will not be left without a reward.
Hargen was no stranger to a diverse company; over the years of his wanderings, he had seen both high lords and laborers, soldiers and the poor. Each, adorned with ethnic and class labels, ostentatiously displayed their chests decorated with imaginary orders: "I am a lord, and my place is at the head of the table"; "I am from a distant relative and a lordly clan – I will take a seat a little further away"; "I was invited only from the retinue, and my place is to linger near the exit"; "Well, I am just a servant, not a person at all, and therefore I must bustle between the tables, like a hungry dog."
–Thank you, – the berserker accepts the goblet and moistens his philosophical reflections with sweet drink. – Apart from observing the festivities unfolding in the city, I have no other matters. I am ready to help in any way I can and in whatever is needed.
-- Good luck, Baron, for nothing else will ensure your success.
Seen it, seen it! Hmm, he's hinting that the mission is suicidal!
- Thank you, Viscount! May prosperity be with you and your lineage, - having concluded the conversation on a good note with the Viscount, Cassius goes to sit at his desk, waiting for the feast to end. Next day.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Basically, to speed up the process by the "next day," all the "partygoers" get drunk on free beer and pass out in the cold until 3 PM, where Voldemar and Ottar are already waiting for them...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
Граф Орлов
Злобный Ящур
