Posts from Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Panting, she approaches the bulletin board and reads what kind of stories are posted there.

But the origin of the doppelganger was determined by a roll... The most boring option came up.

Thirty silver coins... and that's a significant amount. The hunt for the 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 person... it seems like there's something to be proud of, but it also sounds like a huge problem.

- Everything was perfect. The sirs/messirs, as it turns out, had forgotten what a good performance was. They asked me about it and a couple of other questions. You should have seen the surprise on their faces - as if they had all been living in some kind of rustic setting, rather than the comfortable one in which you would expect to find them. But in any case, we completed our mission perfectly. 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 that, 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. - Indeed... I missed something, - Amadeo's head tilted, and an unasked question stared into his eyes.

How much time is there? Is it enough to read a book?

The main tentacle enthusiast in all of Dismal is getting high and dressing up in doctor's clothes.

– Do I look normal now, Master? – Ottar asked. – I've never been to receptions with nobles, but I suppose it's important to be polite there.

He's certainly not her. He won't impress anyone with his beauty... and he's sick... and he wants blood... not a great day for elite socializing. But there's no other choice. Again!

-- With blunt weapons, they fight in pairs, and the winner advances. There are three prize-winning places, -- the official repeats the memorized phrase for the tenth time that day. -- The same system applies to fist fights; you can use your feet, but no grappling is allowed.

are fists considered a blunt weapon? or just the head
- Is healing provided after the battle? I would like to be in good shape the next day for the following battles, - Sandar explained.

- Is healing provided after the battle? I would like to be in good shape the next day for the following battles, - Sandar explained.

 

Having finished with the main tasks, Hargon finds a free place – whether it's the chambers allocated to him in the Stronghold or something similar – and begins to read the volume he bought the day before.

By the way, yes... Ottar takes the medicine.

– Since there is such an occasion... – Ottar said suddenly. – Why shouldn't I wash myself in the best place in the capital? Right here. What do you advise, master? I'm a complete novice in bathing matters.

Washing at the old man Augur's was questionable... And does he even wash himself? Probably, yes. He must respect himself. He's not some kind of outcast, or, may the Void forbid, a commoner.

Yashchur, I'll let you go after the tournament. First, I can't handle two battles at once, and second, maybe some players will join your quest.

I thought at least you could buy some gear...

And what does "two battles" mean? I'm starting to feel uneasy...

Will there be an interrogation of the scum? Who are they, who are we dealing with, etc.

Mm. I'm looking forward to learning what procedures the regular bathhouse visitors go through, if they become so strong, brutal, and oiled up as a result...

Ottar goes to the master bath attendant and does everything according to Master Gas's advice.

Bathhouse fisting with a birch broom, get his hair and beard in order, have a beer, but don't let blood flow.