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So there’s no guarantee that anything was introduced into Idu at all. There was just an existential conversation, and that's it. No new statuses are displayed on her profile. So if she is sick with something, then she caught it after spending the night with Kikki.

Ferda looked around.

“We can either make a campfire right here, or go to the wise man’s house and talk to the local elders. We have almost no supplies left, so I would choose the second option.”

The warrior and swordsman nodded in agreement.

And what other reason could there have been for releasing her if not for something like this? Or do you think the Mage Guild is just kind? Oh, Neyra, Neyra, so much experience under your belt, and you still believe in the kindness of the Mage Guild...

Nebos, stop targeting me!

Ferda looked around.

"We can either make a fire right here or go to the wise man's house and talk to the local elders. We have almost no supplies left, so I would choose the second option."

The warrior and swordsman nodded in agreement.

- Yes, let's go," Ferda was much more experienced and smarter than Zaya, so the latter didn't even think about arguing with the female warrior.

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Nebos, stop targeting me!

Mage Guild saw him from afar.

Round VIII

Warrior 3 moves
Warrior 3 attacks target Hroth 12 with weapon Sabre
Hroth 12 takes 28 damage (-23/45)
Hroth 12 dies

Turn order:

Siren Slave 3 [15] (100/100) (4 potions)
Siren Slave 6 [15] (100/100) (4 potions)
Fighter 1 [10] (110/110) (1 potion) Poisoned <<<
Warrior 3 [10] (5/80) (0 potions) Poisoned
Aristarchus [10] (70/70) (3 potions)
Hroth 2 [10] (45/45)
Hroth 4 [10] (45/45)

- I am stronger and more resilient than an average expert… Hmm, so does that mean I have to show some restraint on this matter?

A large, strong warrior cast a condescending glance at Ida.

"Where did you end up? This is a settlement of fighters! Nowhere else do they know how to build like this!" the man in fashionable furs gestured towards the columns in the hall. "My name is Medvedson, warrior. And I found you in the snow near the gates."

Somewhere in a neighboring hall, nameless brothers and sisters of Zai wandered around. There were no named individuals among them.

“But…how?” Ida murmured barely audibly; the girl was still recovering from what she had experienced.
She had many questions swirling in her head. Was what she saw before waking up a dream or reality? If it was a dream, how did she survive? And most importantly, HOW did she end up in a settlement of fighters when she was in the Northern Forest?
“My name is Ida,” the girl said, finding the strength within herself. “I am from a settlement of Connoisseurs. And I don’t even know where to begin…”
The girl tried to briefly explain things to Medvedson. She told him that she studies alchemy and how, together with Makhra and Utar, she went to the Strife faction. She also told him about how, during their exploration, she, along with warriors from the Connoisseurs, swordsmen from the Strife faction, and Lord Corvis, encountered an unequal battle against creatures from the chthonic forest: Needleclaws and Rat Ogres. The girl preferred to omit details about the unpleasant incident with Utar and Makhra in the Dungeon, her adventures in the Strife settlement, and the strange vision after being struck by cursed flowers. Ida only told Medvedson what he really needed to know.
“First, these creatures easily defeated the valiant warriors, then they dealt with Makhra and Master Utar. They wounded Corvis, but he seems to have managed to escape south. I can't say for sure; these creatures grabbed me and attacked faster than I could try to catch up with him. I still don't understand how or why I'm still alive.”
The girl barely held back tears. She wanted the warrior who had taken her in to be able to understand everything she was saying because it was important. And then Ida realized:
“Oh my god, Lord Corvis! He definitely needs to be saved!”

Ferda and KO arrive at the house of wise men, where they learn the following: those fighting against them were welcomed with open arms at the excavation site, but one could only get there with supplies…

“Heh-heh. No place to sleep, little ones?” says a nasty old madman as he approaches Zaya. “If you help me with something, I’ll get you some supplies and let you spend the night in my house!”

Come on, guys! I don't want to become a chthonic parasite! Just kill me instead!

Compared to the cultists, Sarabas looked like a complete weakling. “I’ll have to,” said the dancer, spreading his hands. “Because it makes sense. But just tell me… why should I help you?” The cultists eagerly awaited Sarabas’s next words.

Ferda and KO arrive at the house of sages, where they learn the following: those fighting against evil were welcomed with open arms at the excavation site, but it was only possible to get there with supplies...

"Heh-heh. No place to sleep, little ones?" - a nasty mad old man approaches Zaya. "If you help me with one thing, I will get supplies for you and let you spend the night in my house!"

- What is this business about?

Oh come on! I don't want to become a chthonic parasite! Just kill me instead!

Nobody wants that, but what can you do?

What should I do? I don't want to become a chthonic parasite! Just kill me instead!

– We have no choice.

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Medvedson listened attentively to Ida, nodding from time to time. “The Suffering are up to something; the Forest Spawn caught them off guard and wiped them all out. This has never happened before, and yet here we go again!” The warrior’s words sounded almost relaxed. “Such is the dull gray reality of war between humans and monsters. They took down one important bird among the experts, but lucky Corvis escaped as always. It seems that soon we will have to clear the mountain range of Forest Spawn again.” Hearing Ida's concerns about Corvis, Medvedson snorted. “Is this who we need to save? He probably returned to the Suffering settlement with a couple of fresh scratches on his backside. The luckiest guy in all three Clans!” Far away, in the house of the leaders of the Suffering Clan, Corvis was drinking ice water and thinking about something.