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-- Very well. The fabric is as red as blood, brimming with audacity, preserving the soul -- one -- he hands over the jacket. -- The liquid is as black as the abyss, creating an indelible, unerasable mark, a conductor of reason -- two -- he hands over the ink. -- The fruit of ore, living steel, hard and flexible, an extension of the hand -- three -- he hands over the sword. -- May words bring more benefit than things.

- Try to find Atsuha, she knows how to make good shoes for various occasions, maybe she can help. Oh, Atsuha is a local, - he describes what she looks like just in case, - but I don't know exactly where she might be now.

It’s great when you’re standing with friends and some incomprehensible underground energy flows into you!

– We are always ready for battle, – Rurek stated confidently. – Where to next?

What could Rizz have lost that he didn’t go looking for himself... Rurek couldn’t think of a single possibility.

Those mentioned by the GM. 
⛏️Iron. 
⛏️Lightstone.
Star. 
⛏️Precious gems. 

- Thank you for the information, Utsuwa.

"Atsuha... Atsuha... A local. That is, an Ivila. And where might Ivila be found? Of course, where it's hot! Besides, judging by the announcement, there are also brawlers there. If I'm lucky, I might find a couple of Sords to fight the monster..."

He heads towards the hot springs.

Climbing the mountain paths towards the hot springs, Jingo encounters the ivylai he was looking for – she was sitting on a hill, silently watching those passing by. One might even think she was a statue.

and where's the gold.. 🤔

- I am not afraid of danger; it is danger that is afraid of me! - Griva proudly put her hands on her hips. - Okay, I'm feeling generous now, let's go wherever you want.

- Good afternoon. Are you Atsukha?

- Heh. Did you eat? - Chernika slaps Ukona on the back with all her might - luckily, it's on her soft cloak, otherwise there would have been a chance to ward off the flimsy hand. - Even this skeleton understands that you don't appreciate your luck.
- We don't choose who we are born as and what imprint life leaves on us, - after assessing the armor from head to toe, the gaze lingers on the helmet horns for a moment. - As I understand it, perfect skin is as white as possible. I've seen such individuals, but isn't it a mutation? And their eyes are as if filled with blood.
- Cool thing, can I hold it? - Malyavkin's gaze doesn't leave the braid.