Divine Journey

The Celestial sighed and said: - Well, alright... I'll tell you about myself. My name is Han Bai Feng. And in my not-so-distant past, I was a professional assassin.

- An assassin? - Disappointment was evident in the warrior's voice, - you'll likely find it difficult to master this technique without prior training, but if you ever find yourself in the kingdom of Sun, located in the west of the Celestial Empire, visit the guild whose symbol is a crescent moon. There you will find a woman whose skill even I admire. She will certainly be able to teach you the necessary basics. Unfortunately, I don't know her name, we met... under not the best of circumstances.

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First group:
Deepwell<---------------------------------------->Erasem
Second group:
Deepwell<---------------------------------------->Erasem

A peasant cart, having caught up, almost overtakes the second group!

Anpeitu glanced at the cart and smirked. "Let's take it away from the peasants and ride it ourselves!" Her tone made it clear that she was joking. But as they say, there's always a grain of truth in every joke...

- Let's take it away from the peasants and go ourselves!

The peasant overheard the LIZARDMAN's words and hurried his horse along.

Run, peasant! Save yourself! You must live!!1

I'm not a lizardman, I'm a serpentman!

- Kind folks, slow down! - Trust shouted to the peasants, trying to get their attention.
"Hmm, this will help shorten the way to the city. The main thing is that we all fit in the cart." - After looking at his companions, the battlemage concluded.

Kerlian, along with Trust, approached the cart.

The cart stopped, and the peasant looked questioningly at the two travelers.

- Good day. Could you tell me how far it is to Erathia?

- Hello again. Are you, by any chance, heading towards Erasem? There's been an opportunity, my noble friend has been poisoned and needs medical assistance. I'm afraid we might not make it to the city in time before he... - Reynold said, using all of his, unfortunately, limited acting skills, speaking to his companion, he tried to feign helpless anger.

- Hmm, - the peasant looked at the two newcomers again, - did he get poisoned? Poor fellow. You still have a long way to go before you reach Erathia. I suggest you head to the village called Deepwell if you're not from around here: the military camp has excellent healers, just as good as those you can find in the city.

- Unfortunately, the healers from Deepwell couldn't help; they are more knowledgeable about wounds than about poison. Did you hear about the well? - Reynold said, not losing his composure.

Heimir headed towards the cart and began to consider:
"If the peasant gives us a ride, that would be great! But if everyone doesn't fit, I'd rather walk, in case my help is needed here? And I don't like hanging around in cities for too long."
Well, you get the idea, I'll travel if there's a chance, but for now, I'm going to sleep!

- Alas, the healers from Deepwell couldn't help; they are more knowledgeable about wounds than about poison. Have you heard about the well? - Reynold said, not losing his composure.

- I see. I'm sorry about your friend. So, what do you want?