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"My name is Adelaide, but my friends call me Ada. Let me introduce you to this dark elf Knight, and this mighty Barbarian is named Smok. I'd say welcome to our company, but you know, we don't really respect 'good' anymore... we've had enough of it." I looked at my companions, and they nodded in agreement.

"My name is Adelaide, but my friends call me Ada. Let me introduce you to this dark elf Knight, and this mighty Barbarian is named Smok. I would say welcome to our company, but you know, kindness isn't exactly highly regarded... we've had enough of it." I looked at my companions, and they nodded in agreement...

"Well, it's nice to meet you," I nodded.
Then Saruman remembered the ill-fated note and asked, "Adelaide, I apologize for interfering in personal matters, but are you by any chance a member of the Order (I didn't use the word 'sect' out of politeness, as many people don't like that word) of the Hand of Death?"

So, while chatting, you didn't even notice how you stumbled upon a stall of a wandering merchant (Knight, without any warning)... What actions?

"How does he know about the project?" I thought, and I was glad that Saruman's attention was diverted by the merchant's stall. I carefully examined the counter and chose what I needed: an excellent dagger (Sword (+3) - 25 gold), sharp, for 30 gold.

As always, I've decided not to buy anything...

So, while you were talking, you didn't even notice how you stumbled upon a wandering merchant's stall (Night, without any alarm)... What will you do?

"Damn!" I cursed under my breath. "I don't have any money, but I can try to persuade the merchant to give me some items... maybe it will work... :D" I cast a charm spell on the merchant and approached him. He immediately noticed me, as he was charmed: "Greetings, traveler, would you like to purchase any goods?" My gaze immediately fell on a dusty corner of the shelf - "That's my staff!" After that, I addressed the merchant again - "Listen, I would like to take that obsidian staff." After that, I looked at the seller - and he seemed pleased with my choice - "You have excellent taste, Sir, I will take 5 coins for this staff." "I don't have any money right now, but I could use a spell on you as payment, for example, a speed spell so you can travel faster, or a luck spell so you have more luck in trading..." The merchant looked at me disapprovingly, but when our eyes met, something in his face changed, and he softened. "Alright, old man, consider yourself lucky today, I'm in a good mood, so I won't take any money from you." "YES! The spell worked again! It always works." I rejoiced inwardly and said to the merchant, "What kind of spell would you like to receive?" "I would like you to speed me up." "No problem," I said and cast a speed spell on the traveler. "It's all done!" said Saruman, after which the merchant tested the spell on his cart and, with an approving smirk, handed the staff to the mage. After that, Saruman looked at the ghost, and from Adelaide's expression, he saw approval. "It's nice to know that there are those who approve of such methods! :D" - the mage thought to himself.

Suddenly, the merchant's expression changed...
"Hold on, wizard! How am I supposed to know if you sped me up? Prove that you're not lying!!!" Actions?

Suddenly, the merchant's expression changed...
"Hold on, mage! How am I supposed to know if you sped me up or not? Prove that you're not lying!!!" Actions???

- "If you want, I can give the spell a visual effect as well, so you can definitely see whether you've been sped up or not."

Well, show me – am I faster or not??? Yes, people, if anyone wants to buy more, let's stock up!!!

What are the actions???

At the last moment, I decide to buy five health potions (45 coins remaining).
"Let's move on..." I say to my companions.

Well, show me – am I faster or not??? Yes, people, if anyone wants to buy more, let's buy!!!

Actions???

- "Alright, get in the cart, I'll use the spell one more time, and you'll see for yourself that it works!"

Sure, here's the translation: "Okay, give me a potion of life," I say to the merchant, handing him one coin and receiving the purchase (29 coins remaining). "Shall we move on?" I ask, my voice filled with hope.

"Maybe we should move on?" I ask, my voice pleading...

"And where to?" asked the mage, and unexpectedly asked himself - "So, you still haven't answered, are you from the Haven or not?:)"

And you go (5 turns) to Wolfgard. The Inquisitor, despite his prayers, couldn't stop the undead from almost breaking through the gate, and the liches started shooting at the cracks... Suddenly, a monk speeds up, jumps over the barricade, and wedges himself into the ranks of the undead... What action???

"And where to?" asked the mage, and unexpectedly asked himself - "So, you still haven't answered, are you from the Order or not?:)"

"towards Wolfgard" we walked leisurely, along the way I approached Saruman "Yes, I'm from the Cult of the Dead Hand, but you're not so simple either, since you know about it."