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Posts from 🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊Auto-translation in progress
-- A perfectly healthy urge, not excessive in the slightest, -- grumbled Cartilage. -- Everyone's scattered, oh well, seems I'm the only one who wants the reward... Cartilage goes to report to the house of chiefs.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
"Also tired of all that formality with the local delegation?" Ida asked Volka after greeting her. She had left because nothing interesting was happening there, and because Tsulak or his oiled buddies would easily tell her everything later. They were good guys. The girl intended to follow an advertisement regarding the search for an alchemist, but it would be impolite to ignore the arriving fighter. In general, she wasn't even sure if an alchemist's apprentice could actually help at the supply point. But making acquaintances for future cooperation would certainly be useful.
– Indeed. To hell with their intrigues! – Volki smirked. – But there was a second reason! I couldn't keep a straight face next to that pale-skinned beauty in the purple dress. She is far too seductive for me!
Medvedosonovich was obviously referring to Nasirtan.
— You mean that strange lady with the flat feet? — Ida snorted mentally. Not much to like there.
The girl shrugged; neither of the ladies she had encountered made much of an impression on her. And there was something strange, even sinister, about that one woman. — I don't know, she's a bit creepy, — Ida noted. — The way Gachchen rushed to her. Now you say... It's as if she were some sort of Sortorin witch. Ida had just blurted out the last part on a whim. But in principle, it was possible. Where did that line of thought even come from? — Perhaps in the future we will still have to figure out what kind of people have gathered here and how much of our friends they really are, — Ida continued. — But for now, all we can do is scout the surroundings, make acquaintances, and settle in while we're here. And not forget to stick together. Better old friends, even if they aren't the kindest, than some same-old strangers. Ida also mentioned that she intended to visit the supply point mentioned in the advertisement. She might be a complete novice alchemist, but getting to know them for potential cooperation would certainly not hurt. The girl wouldn't mind if Volki decided to go with her, but she didn't intend to force her company on him.
– Come on! She's a beauty! – Volki dismissed it. – And even if she is a witch... I heard that Sortorians are a superior race! Sounds reasonable.
Medvesonovich agrees to accompany Ida. Together they arrive at the supply point and learn the following about the quest: it is necessary to test ten elixirs on oneself. Testing each will cost 1 action point.