Posts from Divine Journey

Damn, there are quite a few people here, eager for treasure and adventures. Hostor quickly surveyed what was modestly called a "village" and spat. This adventure will be more dangerous than expected. Or more fun. Redram smiled and, disdainfully examining the surroundings, headed towards the building that, judging by the hastily updated colorful sign, was the local tavern. Restraining the urge to kick the door, Hostor calmly entered the hall. The room was quite crowded, which somewhat disappointed the mage. He frowned and headed towards the counter, trying to walk as carefully as possible and not bump into the local rabble. Only after reaching his destination did Redram catch his breath and address the tavern owner.
- Hello, owner. Give me a pint of beer and meat with vegetables. And if you also tell me what's going on here, you'll get a couple of coins extra. If you're interested, of course...

Ah, I should have gone to the tavern for some tea. Oh well.

The self-proclaimed witch regretfully informed Kerlian that she did not deal in weapons, but then she smiled and looked at the guest. "Perhaps you wouldn't refuse to fulfill a small request of mine?"

Added 6 minutes later

- Hello, master. Give me a pint of beer and some meat with vegetables. And if you also tell me what's going on here, you'll get a couple of coins extra on top of the payment. If you're interested, of course...

The friendly tavern owner smiled at the new visitor and silently poured him a glass of beer and gave him the ordered meat with vegetables, and then he spoke:
- There's one man here, his name is Vincent. Do you see that man with the interesting, never-before-seen weapon on his back? It seems he's hiring volunteers for some kind of adventure.
(-5 coins)
The tavern was quite ordinary, remarkable only for its elven wine and "dragon steak," although anyone who looked closely would realize that it was just ordinary meat.

"Well, I'm here. It's time to find out more about the 'grail' finally. The stories I've heard were, uh, not the best source of information. I hope I can get more detailed and, of course, more reliable information here. And it wouldn't hurt to find some companions who also want to search for the treasure; a lone adventurer has little chance. And why did he send me alone? Although, that way it will be easier." - Reynold thought, looking around the village. His gaze fell on the sign "The Dried Dragon," and, smirking, the battlemage headed towards the tavern, preparing to cast the stone skin spell. He remembered that many adventurers are not averse to throwing punches after a few drinks.

Faëlvir, sipping tea in the tavern, immediately noticed a tall man who had just entered. He didn't pay attention to anyone, but seemed to avoid people, and went straight to the innkeeper. *"Quite a crowd has gathered; people have come from all over. It won't be easy to obtain this artifact."*

- A request? - the elf asked, surprised. - I... *Kerlian wanted to refuse, as he was on a mission and clearly didn't have time to help others, but then he thought about it and decided that it would be good to have a grateful person in the village who could help him in the future*... What kind of request?

-Good evening/night/day/morning, miss. May I purchase some yarrow from you? And what is this intriguing "special offer"?

- Yes, of course, here is your yarrow. (-40 coins). As for the offer... let's first hear the opinion of this young man who was interested in weapons.

Why don't you put links to your accounts in your signature? It's more convenient.

The girl asked both men to come closer so she could speak as quietly as possible.
- You see, some of my goods... aren't exactly... very popular with the local authorities. And one soldier from the army camp is trying to kill me! Can you imagine? I'm scared... That's why I'm looking for help from strong men like you. And I need... I'll explain the details later. Are you willing to help?

- There's a fellow here, his name is Vincent – see that man, with the interesting, never-before-seen weapon on his back? It seems he's hiring volunteers for some kind of adventure.

- Thank you, father. If anything comes up, I know where to go, - Hostor gave a fake smile and, taking a mug of beer and a plate of food, approached the table indicated by the tavern owner.
If I'm going to get into trouble, I might as well go all the way!
- Vincent, right? - Redram sat down opposite the man without ceremony. - I heard you have an interesting offer for those who aren't afraid to get into trouble?

a tall man in a red robe

I hope this isn't about me <_< Inattentiveclov.

Fang Pei stood in the central square of Deepwell, calmly observing all the adventurers gathered in this small village. "So many curious ones," he thought. "Let's see how many of them will manage to progress on the path to their goal." When he got tired of watching the crowd, the resident of the Celestial Empire noticed the signs on the houses. Of the establishments that were interesting to him, there were only a tavern and a small shop. At first, Fang was tempted to go to "Witch's Delight," but then he thought about the situation and decided to head to the tavern first. "I need a team," he thought. "And the best one. And it is usually in the tavern that adventurers who have not yet found companions spend their time. Depending on my party, I will then spend money on supplies." Fang Pei entered "The Dried Dragon" and headed to the bar. Unfortunately, the bartender was busy talking to a bearded, middle-aged man, but the Celestial waited patiently for his turn, glancing at the people gathered here.

Anpeytu was not at all pleased with the prospect of staying in a village. But being in places inhabited by members of other races was an unfortunate necessity. Trying to ignore the sidelong glances, the girl discreetly slipped into the **tavern** and sat down at a table in a dark corner. Knowing how many people feel about snake people, she didn't rush to start asking about the purpose of her journey, but sat quietly and began to listen carefully to the conversations.

- Why are the details coming later? If this is related to the murder of a guard, then I'm out. - Kerlian replied emphatically. *I don't need any more problems with the local authorities.*

* * - I will use italics to indicate thoughts.

///Lol, Hos is already gone. X)///

When the man moved away from the counter, Fang turned to the tavern keeper:
- Hello, sir. Do you have any invigorating non-alcoholic drinks? Perhaps some strong tea?

Details will be provided later. Do you agree?

- How can we agree without knowing all the details? And what's in it for us?