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Who else is in the tavern right now besides me?

Me, Kosha, Hommy, Tox, Zubr, VisTrit, Arandor, Lizard, Siever, Amko, Morni, Ples, Neyra, Imaris, Veg. If no one left, but it doesn't seem like anyone did.

I just got kicked out of the amphitheater.

Imaris, Neyra, and Veg are on their way to the tavern. If Ney doesn't show up within the next ten minutes, I'll write that we arrived there, because even though she was already there, she hasn't spoken to us yet.

Neira and Imaris - a design.

The amphitheater among these ruins was little different from those found within the empire's territory, differing only in decorative details. Moreover, unlike the other partially ruined structures, it was still used for its intended purpose. In this case, it hosted battles. It seemed the military had taken over this place and used it for training exercises, and with the increase in travelers, spectators and bets appeared as well.
One could observe a soldier fighting a tall man, nearly two meters in height, whose appearance clearly stood out among the others – long black hair tied in a topknot, and a face that revealed him to be a person from the East, as did his clothing, which was not typical of Selentia. He wielded a long, two-handed sword with a curved blade, which was now poised at his opponent's throat. Victory. The soldiers watched with disappointment as one of their own was defeated, while the travelers congratulated the winner.
One could also notice a wooden sign with the following inscription:
- Fight with an animal. 10 coins.
- Fight with a person. 20 coins.
Anyone could fight here. Against each other, or against a stranger or creature. In addition, one could find a mage-healer, who was present here for a reason.

Bai Feng approached one of the disappointed fans and asked:
- Is this your local champion?

Finally, after eating his fill and regaining his strength, Daar decided to leave the tavern. But first, he needed to find a healer.
- Can you tell me if there's a good doctor in the village? - he asked, approaching the bartender.

- Is this your local champion?

- Something like that! Our captain of the guard used to be unbeatable, but everything changed with the arrival of this man a few days ago. It seems he, like many others, came in search of some "treasure".

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- Could you tell me if there's a good doctor in the village? - he asked, approaching the bartender.

- I can only suggest visiting the infirmary at the army camp.

- I have money, and I'll share. And I don't know of any other places where you can eat. You must be very hungry, traveler.

Lindeskar nodded in response and silently followed Faelvir towards the tavern, trying not to look at the girl walking beside them.

Inside, despite the early hour, it was crowded. While his companion confidently headed to one of the tables, Lindeskar stood at the entrance and absentmindedly looked around; he hadn't seen so many people nearby in a long time. Only when Faelvir called out to the elf did he finally come to his senses and walk over to the table.

Wolf, order, feed, and then continue describing what happens after the meal. I'll eat in silence, and hungrily.

Daar was about to leave the tavern when he saw his new acquaintances, Lindeskar and Faelvir, enter. Not noticing the wild elf, they calmly sat down at a table, waiting for their food. "Hello again," Daar said, approaching them. "Where is Hostor?"

-Some old geezer, wielding poisonous magic, throws clouds of nauseating stuff at everyone. And then he dies from his own stench, and we have to drag him to the surface.

- Magic, you say? - the elf paused for a few seconds, then continued. - I never liked mages. Disgusting creatures... - Kerlian fell silent again, but this time for a different reason. He realized that there were many strangers nearby and tried to suppress the hatred that sometimes stirred within him. The Brotherhood was very good at influencing the psyche, especially the young. From a young age, elves were taught that magic was evil, and those who used it were enemies of the Brotherhood and should be destroyed. But there were times when hatred and rage interfered with the fighters, clouding their minds, thereby disrupting clear thinking, discipline, and contributing to a loss of self-control. After that, the leadership began to approach the psychological training of fighters more carefully. In general, Kerlian knew how to control himself, but sometimes rage made itself felt. Besides, he saw the serpentman's staff and understood that it might also be related to magic, and it was not worth speaking too harshly about sorcerers. It was better to establish contact with him and stay close to learn more about the possible enemy. - You did the right thing by killing him, - he finished.
- Don't you want to come with us to the ruins? You and your friends, - the elf glanced at those gathered near Nokou, and then added. - I'm Kerlian.

Having finished his meal, Reynold left the tavern and headed towards the amphitheater. On the way, he briefly turned into the bushes, trying not to attract too much attention.
Reaching the amphitheater, he began searching for his newfound partner, whom Trust was still hesitant to fully trust.

Reaching the tavern with Faelvir and Lindeskar, Ley Lan shyly distanced herself from her new acquaintances so as not to bother them with her presence. Now, her thoughts were only about the unfortunate woman who was about to bury her own child.
-Excuse me, - she said to the bartender - do you have any soothing herbal tea?

- Excuse me, - she said to the bartender, - do you happen to have any calming herbal tea?

- No, I'm afraid not. Only black tea.