Posts from Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

"If a Persian doesn't exist, then nothing can happen to it!" - the golden rule of gaining experience...

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While decent gentlemen are toiling away in the Academy and conducting various "investigations," commoners earn 70 silver coins a day. So this is how "from rags to riches" looks here... They'll probably pay Sandar with gold...

Well, you know, accepting so many tentacles – that’s not easy, the stakes are high...

I'm with the Nameless One.

The assumptions turned out to be wrong. 11 Intelligence is not a panacea. The alchemist's hand reaches into her bag in search of something that could serve as a scarf or ribbon. Something that can sometimes make you lose your head.

—And greetings to you. Until the next round. Here, for these. —a hand rises towards Cassia and Gauthier. —For a silver. —two silver and one copper coin clink onto the table, —the office commission.

Nodding in collegiate approval, she prepares one of her "instruments":
- I'm ready. Hmm... I really want to perform something tragic, and I think there will be time for that. But one familiar face asked for something fun. We'll figure it out as we go.

and will our music buff the participants? ?

- What other "den" are you talking about? The one you and the witch organized, or some other?
- What exactly were your "duties" with Steph and Tom? Just find "suitable candidates" and hand them over to the witch? And what did she do with them?
- And what about the house where we "happened" to meet today? Whose is it? Yours? Steph's? Tom's?
- Where did you "find the material"? In a tavern? On the street? Somewhere else?

Tentacles are profitable, fashionable, and trendy.

– Thank you, Marshal, – Ottar smiled broadly. – I am always ready to work and use the time before the expedition wisely. What tasks do you have for me?

Defeat the monsters from the sewers, give a massage to five elderly aristocrats... and other exciting quests.

-- We didn't organize anything...
-- I know Tomasz. Not personally, of course. -- the mayor interjects. -- He was always a decent guy. When he started managing the slums, which was a few years ago, everything was above board. And his den -- it's just a tavern, but for the riffraff: cheap booze, ugly women, drugs, and gambling.
-- I don't know, but it definitely wasn't anything good. I saw one of them later -- his body was in a vegetative state, as if he was having a severe withdrawal. And then they found him in a ditch -- I swear, it wasn't me. Tomasz's place. Mostly in the tavern and on the streets in the slums, yeah.

Cassius has a serious competitor in terms of gloominess – this participant revealed neither his name nor his face or voice to anyone. Among the ladies, bets began to be placed – most believe that this is an ugly man with a squeaky voice who can only train with his spear alone, while a much smaller number believe that this is a famous handsome rogue who appeared at the tournament under such a guise.
In terms of brute force, the Nameless is significantly inferior to the Crimson, but he is noticeably more agile, and Cassius can swear that his opponent deliberately aims either at the eye slit or at the lower edge of the helmet, closer to the neck...

So, who was sent to deal with the Fortress faction – Cassius or Hargon? I can’t remember.

The ribbon from her crazy outfit would be quite suitable.

– Okay! The odds are 2 for the first one, and 1.2 for the second. That means you’ll get 1 silver and 2 coppers in profit.

-- Hr-phff, -- a faceless man might have replied, but in reality, it was his horse that snorted. The rider merely shrugged and headed for the next warm-up round. All Cassius managed to see were motionless dark brown eyes... No, one eye.

-- He was here a year ago, but only on foot, -- a constable approached Cassius, flourishing a black scarf on his helmet. -- Apparently, he got rich somewhere. He took second place that year, although that year wasn't rich in strongmen... A bad guy -- you noticed, right?

Cassius noticed which eye. - Apparently, he thinks that a tournament and a war are the same thing.