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- Alas. I cannot stand the dirt and mess in the Temple of Knowledge; I have already cleaned everything.

When everyone had left, Barli looked at Ona with longing in his eyes, wanting to ask her to come with him to the city. After all, it was closer than the so-called "surface," which he himself wasn't particularly eager to go to. But he couldn't bring himself to ask the question aloud, and the young man slowly began to descend.

Welcome to the team.

Movement between locations is done with the help of companions.

Then he goes to meet the Man (I'm only locking it until the questgiver hands over the letter)

"Damn, who washes away the evidence so quickly, by the gods..."

- Well, at least show me the place and roughly describe what these tracks looked like, can you?

The sword exchanged thoughts with its owner, and then said to the fat man:
- In the past, by my will, I #### many #####, drank ##### #####, cut down thousands of #####, directed ### #######, but the mundane fate of being a guide always eluded me. - For some reason, Barley couldn't make out some of the words in the sword's speech. - If I had a head, I would shake it in annoyance now, and if I had a mouth, I would sigh, but I am a sharp blade that mercilessly strikes the enemies of my noble mistress, and my entire being demands that I flawlessly fulfill her desires. - Hekizo slipped out of Óna's hand and flew after the pie lover; it turned out that he was capable of levitation. - You will have to be content with my company. Consider it an honor!

The librarian shows her colleague the place where the incident occurred. It was a room with a modest collection of books, which, however, were of no interest to the story.
- Paper and wood, from which it is made, are rare resources in the Dungeon. - She reminded him. - And we don't have as many members in the Community as we would like, so each book is as valuable as gold.
- You underestimate the value of knowledge, Utsuwa, or you overestimate the importance of gold for Ikazkan and its surroundings.
From behind one of the shelves appeared Kaleido Cartridge, the self-proclaimed lord.

- Not far from here, in the mineral rivers, you can find as many gold veins as you like, if only you have the desire to mine it and the benefit of its use or sale. Of course, there are individuals like Brussels, who are trying to get as much of it as possible, but if a significant moment of reevaluation of views comes in Ikazkan, it is unlikely that abundant treasures can be kept in their hands against the onslaught of chaotic circumstances.

Barley - I've never had a talking weapon, although I sometimes talk to Proby and Ruby, - Barley points to his weapon. - But they don't answer.

- Thank you, S-Safis. - The woman couldn't bow, so she simply gave a long and deep nod. - Let's break through this granite ceiling together!
At the same time, she tells him in detail about what she can do.

If Rurek witnessed the talking sword of Ony simply going off to accompany some human, he would be very upset.

Barley didn't understand much of what the sword said, but he nodded at the girl in gratitude for such a "gift."
- I'll take that as a yes, Mr. Sword, - the boy replied. - I've never had a talking weapon before, although I sometimes talk to Probyk and Rubik, - Barley points to his weapon. - But they don't answer. By the way, can you cut and chop on your own, or do I need to hold you?

- So, what did the tracks look like? - asked Jingo. He was interested in their number, in order to estimate whether they were tracking one person... creature, or whether there was a crowd...

Seeing the "lord," he shifted his attention to him.
- Hello, Lord Cartridge. What do you think, who might need books, besides our Community?

- Well, that explains a lot... - the sorcerer scratched his head. The theory of a kindred spirit clearly appealed to him. - It seems they decided to check for sure. They organized some kind of... what was it... expedition! I bet this whole group of travelers will get lost somewhere in the tunnels. Instead of doing something useful.