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- Vincent, isn't it? - Redram sat down opposite the man without ceremony. - I was told you have an interesting offer for those who aren't afraid to get into trouble?

- Yes, you were correctly informed. However, since you know my name, perhaps you would be so kind as to tell me yours?
This man was clearly very meticulous - his entire outfit spoke of it, and his well-groomed, long blond hair was quite unusual for men in these parts.

- Why the details later? If this is related to the murder of the guard, then I'm out. - Kerlian replied categorically.

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

- Well... Why the murder? Look, see this vial? It's just a mild sleeping potion. You just need to pour it into his food or drink, and then take from his personal belongings what he confiscated from me. And the reward... Well, I'll let a volunteer choose up to two items from my shop completely free! And a kiss, of course.

- Hello, sir. Do you have any invigorating non-alcoholic drinks? Perhaps some strong tea?

- Yes, of course. One coin for a glass of strong black tea.

On the fourth day, Matthias was greeted not with a cheerful smile, but rather with the sun's rays shining directly onto Coldrein's face as soon as it peeked over the horizon. And he didn't want to get up yet. Not at all. In frustration, the mercenary kicked a stool standing near the bed, where some of his belongings were, sending it flying all the way to the door. "Damn it! You can't even get a decent night's sleep here!" Matthias growled. "Gods, tell that villager that there are light-proof fabrics in the world that can be hung over windows! I beg you!" "Ugh," the mercenary waved his hand and began to get dressed. Ten minutes later, he was in the tavern's main hall, waiting for his breakfast. Of course, he had to throw a few charming smiles at the waitress, Kamila, who, although not exceptionally beautiful, reliably provided Matthias with information about the baron's movements. And once, she even lulled them to sleep for the whole night, giving Coldrein the opportunity to take care of some business. However, Kamila was not entirely naive, and therefore Matthias paid her for the information, rather than sleeping with her. The breakfast was lukewarm, but this was not the first time, so the mercenary didn't complain too much - he had eaten worse things in his life. But time was running out: more and more fools were coming to the village in search of treasure, and the chance that real professionals who could seriously interfere with Coldrein's plans would be among them was increasing by the hour. And failing the job was simply not an option.

"Black? - Fang thought, displeased. - How can they drink this swill?"
However, he didn't show his dissatisfaction and, with a polite smile, said to the bartender:
- Are there any other varieties?

- Are there any other varieties available?

- Unfortunately, no – in Deepwell, we have to make do with what we have.

- Yes, you have been correctly informed. However, since you know my name, perhaps you would be so kind as to tell me yours?

- Of course. Just a moment, - Redram smiled, put a piece of meat in his mouth, chewed it thoroughly, and washed it down with beer. - Excuse me. I'm hungry, nothing I can do about it. My name is Hostor. And, depending on your offer, I'll tell you how glad I am to meet you.

Fang sighed regretfully, then turned back to the tavern keeper:
- I understand. Thank you,” he paused for a moment, then spoke again: “What about juices?”

Daar slowly entered the village.
The elf immediately noticed a tavern nearby.
I should have a drink.
Entering, Daar approached the bartender, although he seemed to be busy:
- A pint of beer.

- I understand. Thank you, - he paused for a moment, but then spoke again: - What about juices?

-Believe me, all you'll get here is this swill,- Matthias said somewhat rudely to the monk,- so you'd better either drink it or find a bigger place.

- I apologize. Hunger gnaws at me, there's nothing I can do about it. My name is Hostor. And depending on your offer, I'll tell you how glad I am to meet you.

- Likewise. I think you, like me, have recently found yourself in this place, haven't you? And surely, like me, you were brought here by rumors of something important? I don't know your reasons, nor what you've heard about this place, and suppressing my interest, I can say that I'm not asking you to tell me about it. I was brought here by grief. My daughter is mortally ill, and what I've heard about this place is her last hope. However... I've been here for several days, but I haven't found anything. I'll be honest with you - I've given up hope of finding a cure for my little girl, nevertheless, there is a task that I am capable of performing. Recently, I heard that a teenager, a girl, went missing here. Her mother was devastated, but I managed to talk to her. She is alone, her daughter is her only close person, and I, more than anyone, could understand her feelings, and I simply must help her. I did some reconnaissance and found out that she is most likely in a spider's lair to the east of here. I would have gone there myself long ago, but I am realistic about my abilities. You understand? Just going there will be of no use to anyone, that's why I need volunteers.

- I understand. Thank you, - he paused for a moment, but then spoke again: - What about juices?

- Ah, - the innkeeper sighed sadly, - you won't find any juices here, - then he turned to another guest.

- A pint of beer.

Here you go. (-1 coin)

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

I just forgot everything) and haven't reread all the applications yet. I've fixed it.

Also, Revan, deduct a couple of coins from my account for tea.

I'll write thoughts in italics, off-topic in gray, and direct speech as it should be written.

First, Nel decided to visit the "Dried Dragon" tavern. She wanted to have a drink and also learn more about the newcomers. With a light kick, she opened the door and sat down at a small table by the window. "Hey, barkeep! A mug of beer, please." She looked around. It seemed that a rather... unusual group had gathered here.

I'll write thoughts in italics, off-topic in gray, and direct speech as it should be written.

+, I suggest everyone does this so we don't get confused.

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Daar sat down at a table located in the corner of the tavern. From here, everything could be heard and seen – a perfect spot.

- Hey, master! Bring me a mug of beer.

- Here you go. (-1 coin)

- And what guarantees do you have that it's not poison, for example, and that you don't want to set us up?