Posts from Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Next time, when there's a reason, I'll curse Cassius for leveling up his strength...

-- Dail Hokri will be your opponent!

"Give Chlorine" — read it. 🤪

An empty head, just like an empty body, contributes to an empty soul. It's much better than suffering and torment.

—I don't feel like I've become more agile or resilient yet, but I definitely don't waste my punches. —wiping sweat from his forehead, Hargen assessed the training. —Thanks, Sig. Ah, it's time to check out the second day of the festival.

- Three Dark, - Voldemar hands over 5 coppers, takes a beer, and goes to the table where Arno and his "new acquaintance" are sitting.

Ottar could probably stab the creature with a knife, but... that's all. Its death from such a powerful blow was doubtful. The master didn't give a poison with an immediate effect!

– She lives alone, her house is arranged like any other healer's, – Ottar began to recall. – She has all sorts of herbs there, and she often mentions the earth in her speech. She's definitely not young. She prepares a decoction for the villagers, which can't be called a medicine, but it's better than nothing. She says that none of the villagers can explain where and how they caught the disease. This is close to the truth... One of the carpenter's apprentices said something meaningful. The others mostly advised to run...

It's all suspicious... What if... However, they will get to the bottom of it with Gas. The master has seen a lot in his life. He is much more experienced than Ottar. And smarter.

By the way, the poison used to cause paralysis, not death. But I don't remember exactly what.

By the way, how can I heal?

- Hmm, pain... - Cassius mumbled contentedly. - Thank you for the fights, gentlemen, but I've had enough for today.

Once again convinced of his own stamina, Aurelius thought about improving his strength and reflexes. Dragging out the fight is not always practical, even if it's painful.

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Get healed by a doctor or with a potion.
-- Come back anytime, you invincible maniac. If you want, we'll teach you.

But still... Who were those two heroines from the bizarre dreams - a product of an unhealthy imagination or something more?
Zuricha is getting herself together and trying to get out of the room to finally determine where her mortal body is today.

Brave men burst into the tavern and see the same thing that Sandar and his companion saw before them. And Sandar and Einar are there too.

Squeezing through the beer-loving crowd at the entrance, the warlock and mage find themselves in a crowded tavern. A tipsy bard plays a discordant tune on his lute, commoners huddle at the bar, dice are being rolled in a far corner, and in another corner, shadowy figures have barricaded themselves behind a wall of beer mugs.

-- Go to the bathhouse near the doctor. Or you can go to the alchemist and buy potions, but that's more expensive.

switching to a whisper, he leans towards Voldemar. -- Looks like our client. Did you add the potion?

- Maybe I'll stop by. And where in the city can I get healed?

- At the tavern near Voldemar.

Although Hargen was just a guest at this celebration of life, he figured out that the first thing to do was to get to the drinks, and everything else would fall into place.

Once inside, Aidan sighed quietly, realizing that they definitely wouldn't be able to relax here, although that was obvious from the start.
- Yeah, - Sandar drawled, looking around the tavern. - Well, let's hope these freeloaders haven't drunk all the ale and there's at least one mug left for us. Let's go.