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Ida successfully deals with the spear guard.

– Life is decay.

Cartilage's answer seemed interesting to the chthonic something.

– Meaningful. Contradictory. Your bag is full of treasures. What is the goal?

The funny little hat is a treasure worthy of dekulakization.

It looks like a peasant with 1 hp who will die from a single hit. Ida continues to look around.

Next in line for inspection is a warrior in green armor.

– Service is the path to greatness.

Solid armor. Heavy, probably. Let's keep looking.

// Hryashch's answer seemed interesting to the chthonic something.

– Meaningful. Contradictory. Your bag is full of treasures. What is your goal?

That funny little hat is a treasure worthy of dekulakization. 

It was a good thing Hryashch wasn't prone to self-analysis. From such questions, smarter people sometimes hang themselves.
-- My bag is full of junk worth a couple hundred barter, that's all... I live for pleasure, and my goal is to live like this as long as possible, and with the greatest pleasure. Clever, right? And consistent!
Hryashch became so inspired by his own wisdom that he even forgot to be afraid. It couldn't be said that he was brave — it's just that fear usually reached him too late. Only when danger already has you by the throat; and thinking ahead is the path of cowardly experts, not a valiant grenadier among sufferers.

Now the subject of inspection is the girl standing to the left of the head of the delegation.

– What a curious maiden is looking at me.

Cartilage's mindless wisdom and iron logic leave the chthonic something with nothing.

– Meaningful. Move further.

Cartilage restores all action points.
Cartilage restores Strength and Endurance stats.

Does this lady not know how to use a fastener? Or is it simply too small for her? It was impossible not to notice the lady's voluptuous curves; nevertheless, Ida continues on with the others and keeps looking around.

"Well, I'll be" — was all Cartilage thought as he drifted back to sleep. In the morning, he would enthusiastically tell everyone how he overcame a chthonic monster in a battle of wits, adding that it "fled, sobbing at its own stupidity, for Cartilage's words instilled in the monster a profound respect for human wisdom."
And after that, they will continue their journey back.

So far, alas, no one had gone anywhere, but that did not prevent Ida's inspection from finding the latest victim.

– How boring.

A vaguely familiar aura emanated from the girl.

At the cost of 3 action points and 1 supply, Cartilage triumphantly returns to his home settlement. Along the way, some other-eyed folk managed to give him a dirty look, but Sir Gortreng did not allow him to start a fight with them.

– Yes, it was quite a journey! I have a whole bag of loot!
– Me too! And also a ratsodon and a gurp with live chicks. Hee-hee.
– Where will you head now, Rook?
– I'll stop to rest.
– Wise. Cartilage, find time to visit Hersis in the infirmary. I am sure he can help you overcome your excessive craving for green women. As for Kikki... I will cure Kikki myself. With folk remedies!

Cartilage's companions disperse. After a long time, he is once again alone.

For some reason, I actually thought that the chthonic sifak was healed by uncle-healer.

So far, alas, no one had gone anywhere, but that did not prevent Ida's inspection from finding the latest victim.

– How boring.

A vaguely familiar aura emanated from the girl.

There seem to be plenty of women here willing to bare their backs. Ida also tried to understand exactly what this lady's aura reminded her of and whether she might be some kind of Sortorin witch.

Alas, Ida fails in her attempt to recreate the association. Her knowledge of Sortorin witches also proves insufficient.

– Beauty that intoxicates gods. A stature worthy of a queen, – Gachchen decides not to waste any time and makes a bold move on the stranger. – Your skin is like canvas, your hair is like a waterfall. You are a shining star in the void of ugliness.
– Mm? And how many corpses will you lay at my feet?
– As many as there are.

Interest in the two girls from the west was shown not only by Ida and Gachchen. Ferda glanced with slight envy at the chest of the lady on the left, while Volki stoically pretended that he didn't care.