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Belstune is a small town on the border between Erathia and the Griffin Empire. It doesn't play any strategic role, as there are no mines or particularly fertile lands nearby, and no trade routes pass through it; there are even no fortifications – except for the wall around the town's magistrate's office.
It is mainly inhabited by humans and half-elves (on the other side – elves), but elves are frequent visitors here, so no one was surprised by my appearance, as would usually happen in human cities, where children would immediately run to look at the pointy-eared stranger.
Belstune is not only small and strategically insignificant, but it is also an unpleasant place to live; the rural area was still somewhat acceptable to me, although it was difficult to be there after the beautiful forests of Erathia, which resonated strongly in my heart, but the center of the city was simply terrible. Dirt, garbage, narrow streets full of beggars and rats... brr...
I walked without a specific goal. Passing by the chapel of Erathia, I went in to pray and make a donation – the only thing I really missed in Erathia was the servants of Erathia. After spending about half an hour in prayer for enlightenment and guidance, I approached the priest there and donated 5 silver coins. The priest accepted them with gratitude and asked:
- My son, I don't remember you among the frequent visitors to my church. Who are you and where are you from? And how did it happen that an elf turned to Erathia?
I replied that I came from Erathia, that I was a half-elf and grew up among humans. I also said that I was looking around without any particular purpose, just in search of adventure and those who – perhaps – need my help.
The priest pondered, hearing my words.
- Hmm... - he said finally, - I don't know if I can ask you...
- Of course, you can, holy father.
- Something strange happened recently... I don't know... Ah, - and it became clear from his face that he had made up his mind, - well, what's the point of hiding it! And the whole city already knows! The censer of Saint Cryster, one of the leaders of the monks during the 5th Eclipse, was stolen from our church. This censer faithfully served him during the battles with the demons of Chaos, with its help he called down the wrath of Erathia upon them; once he...
And then, for about ten minutes, the priest told me the story of Saint Cryster. I am patient and always love to listen to other intelligent beings (i.e., humans, elves, dwarves, dark elves, etc.), so I did not interrupt him in any way. But suddenly he stopped:
- Oh, forgive me, my son... I got carried away, and you are young and therefore impatient... So, this censer was stolen from our church. It was kept behind the altar, and today I went in and – bam! – he gestured very vividly with his hands, - and the censer is gone! I have no idea where it went...
- And do you know anyone in this city who could commit such sacrilege?
- No, my son! I know almost every resident of the city, and I can confidently vouch that it was one of the newcomers! May the Dragons punish me if I lie!
- And you want me to help you?
- Yes... It would be very noble of you, my son... I'm not insisting and I don't really hope that you will be able to find it – who knows where they could have taken it! – but I ask you to help... The church of Erathia will be grateful to you...
After saying goodbye to the priest, I left the chapel. "Yes," I thought, "here I have found an adventure..." While thinking about the censer and what could have happened to it, I went to the tavern – the main source of local rumors in any city and village! I was going to gather the information I needed from the rumors...

Tanya, Howie, on our way, we stumbled upon the entrance to a cave. A woman's scream echoed from within.
- Perhaps someone needs our help! - I said. We began to descend into the darkness...

The scream repeated...
-Let's hurry! What darkness! I cast Magic Fire (minimum power - enough for illumination only).
Suddenly, ahead, we see a figure, as if leaning over a stone altar. A terrible laugh is heard, sending chills down our spines!!!

The scream repeats, now it sounds muffled...
-Howie, Wiz - forward!! I draw my bow, and without even understanding who is in front of me, I shoot at the figure... A thousand devils, it's really dark here, the power of my Fire isn't enough :( And why did I save mana????
It seems I hit! The creature howled in pain and darted towards us with lightning speed. It seems my shot only made it angrier...
-Wiz, Howie, help!!!! (I'm not good in close combat)

Added 8 minutes later
Silvanis, on the way to the tavern, you accidentally bump into someone with your shoulder (at least, that's what it seemed like) - a person in a dark purple cloak. His face is hidden by a hood. Something in his behavior makes you uneasy. But suddenly, you hear someone ahead pronounce the name of Saint Christer... Turning around, you lose sight of the suspicious stranger for a moment... You look back - and he is already 20 steps behind... And ahead, something again catches your attention - "at night... no, not there... of course, no one will know."
So, what are your actions?

...I instantly gathered my thoughts, but all I managed to do was jump out of the way before the entire crowd rushed past. Before I could come up with anything, the riders were already heading back, only now the paladins and their pursuers had switched places!
"Crazy city!!!"
But it seems I'm close to my goal. One of the former pursuers was literally knocked off his horse, and I decided to take advantage of that. In an instant, I was on the horse and galloped after them...

- How do you know my name? Where am I? I'll shoot a thousand arrows into your ears!

-I'm Givi, don't you remember? It seems the poison has affected his memory.

"Sar, stop wasting time, and tell me, does your inner magical sense suggest anything... should we look for Verdan or Smok... and where is Smok now?"

"Sar, stop rambling, and tell me instead, doesn't your inner magical sense suggest anything... should we look for Verdan or Smok... and where is Smok now?"

Having detached himself from his favorite activity(:), the mage sleepily replied:
- "I don't know anything about Smok - I don't care where he is, and Verdan... Almar recently gave me information about him through a communication session... The elf is currently visiting his grandfather, but the grandfather's house is far away, and Almar still wants to investigate everything himself..."

-I'm Givi, don't you remember? It seems the poison has affected his memory. -We are in another dimension.

- And it seems it's not just his memory that's affected," I muttered, looking at the sign "Bromnatrium's Apothecary" hanging above the entrance to the neighboring building.
- Verdan, calm down, you're in the elven capital, and we're your friends. It seems you've lost part of your memory as a result of the poison after being wounded by a poisoned dagger," I said aloud to Verdan.

Almaren and Co. (excluding Eric and Smok)
Suddenly, a voice echoes in your head.
"MISS IT - OR ELSE!!! (untranslatable pun), MISS THE ELF!!! Your happiness... is on the way, go, go out of the city, Royal Guard squads are looking for you!!! Go to the necromancers!!! I'll lead Smok to you!!!"
Suddenly, a squad of elf death-dancing warriors (five of them) bursts into the tavern, wearing the colors of the King's Guard.
Actions?
Silvanis, link to the application.

- And it seems it's not just his,- I said thoughtfully, looking at the sign "Bromnatrium's Apothecary," hanging above the entrance to the neighboring house.
- Verdan, calm down, you're in the elven capital, and we are your friends. It seems you lost part of your memory as a result of the poison, after being wounded by a poisoned dagger,- I said aloud to Verdan.

-So, what now? Where should we go next?- I asked Sage and Verdan.

[/U]Silvanis, on your way to the tavern, you accidentally bump into someone with your shoulder – a person wearing a dark purple cloak. At least, that's how it seemed to you. Their face is hidden by a hood. Something about their behavior makes you uneasy. But suddenly, you hear someone ahead pronounce the name of Saint Cryster... Turning around, you briefly lose sight of the suspicious stranger... You look back, and he's already 20 steps behind you... And ahead, you hear something again that catches your attention – "at night... no, not there... of course, no one will know."
So, what will you do?

What should I do? Two threads of inquiry suddenly opened up before me... Upon seeing (or rather, touching) the person in the purple cloak, I felt that something was wrong; but the words from ahead distracted me, and one of the threads faded away on its own. "He's already far away," I thought, "and chasing after him won't go unnoticed." And so, I went forward to hear better – and if I'm lucky, to see – those who were talking about Saint Cryster and tonight...

Almaren and Co. (excluding Eric and Smok)
Suddenly, a voice echoes in your head:
"MISS IT - OR ELSE!!! (an untranslatable pun), MISS THE ELF!!! Your happiness... is at stake... go, go out of the city, Royal Guard squads are looking for you!!! Go to the necromancers!!! I'll guide Smok to you!!!"
Suddenly, a squad of elves-dancing-with-death (five of them) bursts into the tavern, dressed in the colors of the King's Guard.
Actions???

"Ehhh... Well," said Knight slowly, stretching his shoulders, "as always, I'll distract them, and you guys escape. Saruman, can you make a copy of me? It will be a little easier for me..."

"Ehhh... well," Night said slowly, stretching his shoulders, "as always, I'll distract them, and you guys get out of here. Saruman, can you make a copy of me? It will be a little easier for me..."

- "Or better yet, I'll turn you into an archdevil:D, that's more reliable!" - the mage winked, then cast a spell, and Night became indistinguishable from a real demon, after which he jumped out the window with a bit of carelessness...

- "Or better yet, I'll turn you into an archdevil:D, that's safer!" - the mage winked, then cast a spell, and Knight became indistinguishable from a real demon, after which he jumped out the window rather carelessly...

"Wow... Well, ELF!" - Knight looked into the eyes of one of the blade dancers. He, as a true warrior, showed no desire to leave the room. Which cannot be said about the tavern visitors. "AAAA! We're all going to die!" "Saddam-Timkhan has come for us!" "What a spectacle!!!" - could be heard from all sides.
The crowd of visitors fleeing from the illusion knocked down the elven warriors.
"That's better" - the effect of the illusion ended, and Knight became an ordinary assassin in black clothes again. Not waiting for the elves to get back on their feet, Knight followed Saruman and jumped out the window...
"Catch them! Guards!!!" - the voice of one of the elves could be heard...

"Wow... Well, ELF!" - Night looked into the eyes of one of the blade dancers. He, like a true warrior, showed no desire to leave the room. Unlike the tavern patrons. "AAAA! We're all going to die!" "Saddam-Timkhan has come for us!" "What a mess!!!" could be heard from all sides.
The crowd of patrons fleeing from the illusion knocked down the elf warriors.
"That's better" - the effect of the illusion ended, and Night became an ordinary assassin in black clothes again. Not waiting for the elves to get back on their feet, Night, following Saruman, jumped out the window...
"Catch them! Guards!!!" - the voice of one of the elves could be heard...

After that, Night caught up with the fleeing mage, who was laughing loudly as he ran, and then said - "you played that very convincingly!...hehehe....:D "...:D

Almaren jumped up, hearing a voice in his mind. To the Necromancers? What could I possibly need from them? They don't have anything that I don't already know. Although... a fight with the guards isn't exactly on my agenda either. But then there's that elf who contacted me. What should I do????
The solution came to him subtly. On a scrap of paper, he wrote: "Elf, whoever you are. Follow the spider; it will lead you to me. And I am forced to leave your inhospitable city." After that, he took Chen and tied the note to him. Find the elf and give it to him. Understand? Then come to me.