- The young elf is right, oh mighty mage. Despite our harsh lives, we have excellent wine and beer.
- The young elf is right, oh mighty mage. Despite our harsh lives, we have excellent wine and beer.
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
Sage, a peasant replies to you.
- Yes, there were demons here, and it took us a lot of effort to drive them away. You must be tired from the road. Come in, rest with us.
- I don't know about you, but after that poison, I wouldn't mind having a drink! - said Verdan and headed towards the dilapidated, but still somewhat decent tavern.
Something feels strange about this village. How did they manage to survive here? The fields aren't cultivated, so they don't have their own food supply, and the locals probably don't have much money either. And they even managed to fend off demons...," I thought as I headed towards the tavern, "No, something isn't right here. I need to be careful.
Magnus, in this vision, you suddenly remembered that at the moment when Verdan was talking, his pupils were constricted and looking at one point... A peasant approached you.
A peasant approached you.
- Are you lost in thought, oh great mage?
After listening to Magnus, I said: - Let's go to the tavern quickly. We'll pick up Verdan, and we'll also inform the paladins who went there.
Meanwhile, the commander of the paladins had already ordered his warriors to finish their rest and sat down, clearly performing some kind of magic...
- You'll poke another hole in his head if you move. - said the succubus.
Does he have a hole in his head too?:D :D Why do we need someone with a hole in their head.
I'm trying to cast Ice Bolt, but something is preventing me from concentrating. I start reciting prayers to Elrath. The succubus responds... (I distract her, Sage might be able to strike).