Divine Journey

The wizard scoffed and declared, "I'm not going to waste time figuring out the current situation. Either you do as I say, or I'll hand you over to the local authorities. I can assure you that the investigation will take a lot of time."

"No way! I definitely don't have time for that," Coldreйн thought.
-Alright, I agree to these terms, purely out of respect for your busy schedule, so to speak. I'll pay for the stool.

- For today. I'm going to go to sleep right now because I haven't slept all night. Thank you.

It came out a bit strange, addressing everyone formally, but addressing the tavern owner informally. Also, in the previous post.

"Even though he's a dwarf, he's faster than many," thought Nokou. "Kerlian, get your people moving, we've been here long enough. Anpeitu, I'm really looking forward to your pleasant company." With these words, he left the tavern and saw a dwarf standing nearby. "Heymir, you're right, it's getting boring in this village. But you know, I already passed through Galiego on my way here. Maybe we should head north? There was some kind of town there too, and I'd be interested in taking a look."

--Heymir, you're right, it's getting boring in this village. But you know, I already passed through Gallegos on my way here. Maybe we should head north?

The dwarf couldn't resist the urge to return home:
- I'm all for it!

- You are incapable of fulfilling your duties and ensuring the safety of your own subjects, as well as representatives of other states within your domain. I am attacked by local criminals, and then I hear threats directed at me from the authorities themselves? - Nicks said loudly and angrily, making sure everyone could hear him.
Looks like the old man has lost it.
- Listen, old man, - he hissed through his teeth like a real tavern scoundrel, making sure only the other person could hear him. - You don't joke about things like this. It's not often that someone comes to you with good intentions, only for some narrow-minded, wealthy son, who occupies this position because his parents bribed someone ten years ago, to dictate the fate of the empire and its satellites, unable to comprehend the importance of matters that, by unfortunate chance, have reached him once in his life, instead of more competent people. If information about a conspiracy against your crown, which will unleash conflicts on several fronts; a pact offered to your empire to avoid the devastation and looting of cities and villages; the placement of heads on stakes does not seem significant enough for you to behave appropriately, then you might want to think about several members of the ducal family, who were fortunate enough to encounter our reconnaissance unit on a hunt a few months ago and were escorted to our territory with due honors, which you portrayed as "falling ill." And I don't think I need to explain that my absence from my homeland for longer than the allotted time is equivalent to the murder of an ambassador and will provoke many of those very unpleasant things. And when your important people start digging into this, guess whose wise, gray head will be the first to roll. The head that lacked the intelligence to think properly even once before doing anything, and all because of a broken chair. Well, that's just between us.
Stepping back and returning to a polite, friendly tone, Siegfried smiled and said loudly:
- Oh, come now, no need to worry, no need to worry!
Having finished this threatening and, for the most part, truthful tirade, he turned away and thanked the monk for taking care of his wounds:
- It seems I was wrong about you. On behalf of my people, I apologize.

FOR EVERYONE WHO READS IN THE TAVERN

Finding nothing interesting, Daar decided to go back to the tavern. But now he had a specific goal.
- Okay, I need to finally gather a group and leave this village. Time is running out...
The tavern was bustling - almost everyone had gathered around a man in a white robe (most likely a mage) and a tall man in a black cloak. But Daar wasn't interested in that.
- Hey, everyone, listen up, - he addressed the crowd. - If you're also tired of sitting in this village, I'm heading the same way. So come on over, we need to talk. I won't keep you waiting any longer, - the elf said quietly, noticing the annoyed looks. - Bartender, a beer!
With these words, Daar plopped down at a table near the window, put his arms on the table, and rested his head on them - he needed to rest for a bit.

an order won't place itself!

Faelvir, by the way, is already making a lot of noise and isn't paying attention to what's happening.

Anpeitu quietly left the tavern and joined her new acquaintances.
- Is that all?

Guys, where are you all going?[br][/br]After all, many came here for treasures. And they are already heading to another town, without even trying to find them in Deepwell.

-Listen,” Alco said to his companions, “the problem with the well hasn’t been solved yet, has it? When I arrived here, I saw some kind of shop, something like “Witch’s Delight.” I don’t know much about poisons, but witches do. And if she knows how to poison, she must also know how to treat poisoning. Why don’t we go to her?

The elf didn't wait to see how the mage's conversation with the conflicting parties would end and left with his friends, following the serpent man. *Since they are also looking for the artifact, it's better for me to travel with them than alone*. - Hey, we're with you!

Sivvi, the well will heal itself over time)

After all, many came here for the treasures. And they are already heading to another town, without even trying to find them in Deepwell.

But apart from the labyrinth, there is nothing else to do in Deepwell right now. And they don't let large groups in. Besides, it's not a fact that all the keys are located in this village.

Klov, cure the well from the poison.

Anpeitu quietly left the tavern later and joined her new acquaintances.
- Is that all?

- Well, we need to wait for the others. And in the meantime, so you don't get bored, I can tell you, for example, about taming polar bears! - Heimir prepared for a long monologue.