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- If something happens to you, I will definitely do everything I can to preserve your brain, keep it intact, and deliver it back to this city, so that the experience you have gained is not in vain! - Zurikha whispered to her interlocutor before going about her business.
- You will be more interesting than many, so I would do the same for you. Agreed, - the interlocutor agreed in the last fragments of this brief dialogue, although she did not quite understand the meaning of what was said. Author
I will have to find him myself, - having said goodbye, she does so.
This task involves waiting for him in the tavern and its surroundings - obviously, early in the morning, this person who has consumed more than one liter of wine will not yet be active. But if this does not lead to any results, then the abominable legs will try to lead the representative of the tribe of abominations to the Stronghold - or to the place where the ensemble was last seen; or - if this does not help - somewhere to the location of its guarantor.
- Good afternoon. My name is Sandar, and I would like to know about the competition rules, specifically regarding the foot tournament and fist fights.
-- With blunt weapons, they pair up, and the winner advances. There are three prize places, -- the official repeats the memorized phrase for the tenth time that day. -- The same system applies to fist fights; kicking is allowed, but grappling is not.
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- Could you please tell me which location in this city is your favorite?
-- The church.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
“I’ll have to find him myself,” she says, waving goodbye.
Amadeo finds her himself – the redhead pushes through the crowd of free beer lovers, slaps the waitress on the butt, gives a slap to the fake musician, and orders himself a glass of wine – judging by the approving murmur of the regulars, such behavior is normal for him. “Tifa! Make way, commoners,” he runs up to her and hugs her tightly. “We were already starting to worry, we didn’t know what to think – either the gentlemen invited you to a group date, or they wanted to put you in jail. You even forgot your money! How are you?”
- Thank you! Zuricha searches for/goes to the named location.
Upon arrival, she finds herself in front of a massive building with simple architecture and a sprawling cemetery around it. During the day, there is no one outside – the people are either drunk or working.
...and he ended up in a bad mental state... oh, what a harsh world with harsh rules! Even beer can barely help.
– Not bad, – admitted Ottar. – So, what's the news? Has the story with the creature from the village ended?
I wish I could suck Gass's blood...
-- It actually ended. They dissected our "corpse" – it turned out to be a rare type of doppelganger, something they hadn't seen before. The elders are very pleased and paid 30 silver coins. I don't need them, so it's all yours. But they didn't say what could be made from it. They said it could threaten public order. And I also recommended you to a certain powerful person – you'll be expected at the Stronghold this evening. Just tidy yourself up first, for the sake of whoever you worship there.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
- So... it seems we understand what to do with "him," - he nods towards the "prisoner" - We need to take him to the others and interrogate him. - And what do we do with "this one"? We can't leave him here. - he nods towards the drunkard. - And with "this"... Probably, we should send it to the academy for analysis? - he nods towards the vial of liquid. - Well, and we should probably report to the Lord Burgomaster. He promised to send reinforcements... - Yes, and we should probably heal up a bit... You can barely stand, and this bitch almost drove me crazy...
Voldemar approaches Arno and casts Cleansing Flame.
- Let's get the hell out of here, - he shouts to everyone after the "cleansing," waving his hand in the direction from which they came. - And YOU... you're coming with us! - to the "prisoner".
-- We'll take him with us; he'll sleep it off in the dungeon for a night. There's no time; we'll go straight to the Burgomaster. I just need to pick up our guys. Thanks, Volodya. I wish I could learn to do that too. Alright, let's go. The guards remain to maintain the perimeter, and the preacher, the drunkard, and the outcast are brought before the Burgomaster with utmost urgency. -- Report
Overjoyed, Ottar grabs the silver coins and runs to the merchants. Merchants: 30 silver coins from a commoner? Guards!!! Confess, you scoundrel, who did you rob...
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
But the roulette actually determined the origin of the doppelganger... The most boring option was rolled, it seems.
Thirty silver coins... and that's a significant sum. The hunt for tentacles paid off. Probably... because the mind is really playing tricks.
– Since that's the case... won't you help me, master, with some magical powder and a potion of euthymia? – asked Ottar. – The first will allow me to return to normal right now. And the second will provide protection in the future.
Stronghold... A powerful man... it seems like there's something to be proud of, but it also sounds like a huge problem.
- Everything is in perfect order. It seems the sirs/messirs have forgotten what a good performance is. They asked me about it and a couple of other questions. You should have seen the astonishment on their faces – as if they all existed in some provincial setting, rather than the comfortable one in which you'd expect to find them. But regardless, we completed our mission with flying colors. You, Melodi, and (I don't remember the name of the guy with the deleted thread) – you melted their hearts and souls like wax. You should be proud of this, and they will remember this year for a long time as the most unique in their memory. And I'm not exaggerating by a single percent.
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She even forgot the money!
- Indeed... I seem to have missed something, - Amadeo tilted his head, his eyes fixed on an unasked question.
-- He'll come with us, spend the night in the dungeon. No time, let's go straight to the burgomaster. I just need to pick up our guys. Cheers, Volodya. I wish I could learn to do that too. Alright, let's move. The guards remain on duty, while the preacher, the drunk, and the scoundrel are brought before the burgomaster with utmost urgency. -- Report.
- My brother Arno and I met this fellow in a tavern, - Voldemar gestures towards the drunk and recounts the details of their conversation, but doesn't mention the potion. - We found it strange that some stranger decided to "help the poor guy" so easily. Of course, this didn't prove anything yet, so we decided to check it out. - Arno went with him, and I followed quietly from behind. - Instead of one "acquaintance," they were met by three... - I wanted to quietly approach and see what was happening, but this bastard - he nods towards the scoundrel. After all, it was him who jumped out first, right? - noticed a noise and "called" the others, and two more. Some guy and a woman. - Well, we had no choice... Five against two. Axes, daggers, a club... And the woman wasn't simple either... A witch... In short, three of them are no longer with us, the woman managed to escape, and this one... is here...
Then, Voldemar tells about the place where the skirmish took place and indicates the direction in which the woman fled.
Ничто не возникает из ничего и ничто не пропадает бесследно. Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится. (Закон сохранения).
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