Posts from Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Having arrived in the city, the two travelers headed to the center. This was their top priority upon arriving in a new settlement, although Aidan didn't rule out the possibility that Sandar had been here before. It's unknown how many places he had visited during his travels, and the wizard didn't want to bother his companion with such questions. Aidan himself wanted to go south because he had spent his entire life in Arrandor, and this country no longer held any interest for him, especially since most of its inhabitants were followers of the Void. But at the moment, their goals were different: namely, to find accommodation and replenish their finances, preferably without too much effort. The northerner may be used to an ascetic lifestyle, but the artist wanted comfort and coziness, at least while in the city, and besides, he didn't study magic just to continue living in poverty, as he had in his childhood.
Let's go to the notice board.

if anything, the wizard has normal ears. it's just that the picture was generated like that...

First, let's go to the central square to see what the festival crowd is doing today.

Most of the humans are drinking in the tavern or outside it – today is Hops Day. In addition, a group of brawlers sparring in the arena under the applause of tipsy onlookers attracts attention.

-- Can you do it? -- one of the fighters looks critically at Hargon. It seems they have their own atmosphere here. -- Although, what difference does it make, you'll learn. The main thing is the spirit. With wrestling, with kicks, or without?

- This is a good, neutral choice to soothe weary minds, - the Lady approves of the flute. - I have a favorite. It's about how a young man, inspired by dreams, went to war with the other men from the village, but didn't get what he expected. With each new step, his soul died, his hands were covered in blood and suffering, and his face was etched with wrinkles, - her eyes slowly scan the stern warrior-knights and all sorts of soldier mothers one by one. - No one survived from his squad. And the village was burned. I suppose that will touch the hearts of this audience.

—...Or will. It doesn't matter. —he answers both questions, cracking his knuckles. —Fight as you fought before, and I'll take it from there.

By the time he met Master Ottar, he was so exhausted that he could no longer speak in his usual manner.

– Uh-huh... – he replied. – Spend the night there... it's contagious... one hundred percent... although if you're very strong, it might be less... By the way, tentacles.

After saying this, Ottar collapsed to the floor.

– Tentacles... it's good to have tentacles, but it's not very good when the tentacles have you, – Blooddrinker muttered to himself. – Were they there? If it hurts, then they were.

He wasted quite a few valuable potions... but, well, what difference does it make.

P throws: 1 2 2 1 1
B 2 3 2 2 2
K 3 2 3 3 6
R 1 1 1 6 1

P: I raise to 3
B: I call
K: I call
R: I call

P doesn't re-raise

P: I raise to 10
B: I call
K: I fold
R: I call

P: Full house
B: Four of a kind, 2s
R: Four of a kind, 1s

The Warrior takes 50 coppers.

Voldemar doesn't notice anything suspicious.
Who are you looking at?

A newbie isn't capable of continuing the fight

-- You're strong, wanderer, -- the blond lying in the dust doesn't seem to mind the defeat. -- It looks like I'll have to keep hitting the punching bag for a while longer to match your strength.
-- Indeed, impressive strikes, -- the leader of the fighters nods. -- How about another fight?