Posts from Rotterdam Forest Spider (Morning) Auto-translated

- I agree. I know there's a window in the restroom that looks out onto the street. Just act natural. Rotterdam slowly got up and, swaying artificially, headed towards the restroom. He had to leave the bottle on the table to avoid raising suspicion. "I'm just going, not bothering anyone. I'll be back soon. Please wait, someone will contact you."

The Sylvan didn't seem to notice anything. However, as they were leaving, Rotterdam caught a glimpse of two of them stepping outside, as if to get some fresh air.

Slipping through the door, Rotterdam rushed to the window as quickly as he could, tugged at it, and threw it open (it didn't budge at first, and the elf was overcome with animal fear, but then it gave way), and then he tumbled out onto the street like a sack of rags, snagging his cloak on a nail and tearing it in yet another place. Luckily, he didn't break anything and wasn't seriously injured.
Getting up, he hobbled as hard as he could towards the alley on the opposite side of the street, where he could hide safely.

Two Sylvan creatures appeared from around the corner.
--Hey, stop!
The raven flew off Rotterdam's shoulder and headed towards the Sylvans, pecking at one of them and trying its best to hold him back, which it managed to do. But the second Sylvan ran after Rotterdam.

"I hope he finds his way back."
Rotterdam knew that on his own, he could only outrun a turtle, but he continued to move. He bent down and scooped up a handful of dirt to throw it in the eyes of his pursuer as soon as he got close.

The elf tried to dodge, but failed: Rotterdam's earth magic abilities made themselves known.
--You scoundrel! -- he exclaimed angrily. -- We wanted to give you a second chance!
Nevertheless, a favorable opportunity arose for Rotterdam to disappear as quickly as possible.

"Keep your hands off! I don't need any favors, especially from you."
After darting into an alley and meandering through it, he finally stopped. Leaning against a wall, the elf was almost losing consciousness from the excess of oxygen. After a few moments, he felt nauseous and barely managed not to vomit. "Three Sixes" are not meant for active recreation.
"And even more so, it's not something to be done by a crowd of thugs."
On his crooked, inflexible legs, he walked aimlessly.
"I need to get out of the city. It would be better to leave the island by sea. And I lost my bird. Will it find me? Or maybe it returned home? ... Never mind. You can't get far on one groschen."
After rummaging through a trash can, Rotterdam found some container and sat down with it to beg for alms in the square.

He wasn't having much luck; after an hour of sitting there, someone gave him a copper coin. Apparently, his worn appearance didn't attract passersby, and he didn't evoke much pity. On the other side of the square, a red-bearded halfling was playing the bagpipes, and people were giving him money, even quite generously. That instrument hardly pleased their ears, but there was plenty of pity for the one playing it.

Not only did Rotterdam have a headache all day today, but some upstart also occupied his square and played piercingly on his monstrous contraption. He was overcome with wild anger; he wanted to grab this brazen fellow and shake him and shake him and shake him, and then slam him against the wall. Who knows, maybe he could even do it without getting hurt, since he was so small.
Gritting his teeth, Rotterdam approached to get a closer look at the halfling and listen to what he was playing.

Rotterdam listened intently to this wailing for a long time, but then suddenly and with horror realized that the halfling was performing "It's a Long Way to Tukkar": a hobbit song that had already firmly taken root in the hearts of people of many nationalities. If it were performed in the style of this redhead, it would probably have a completely different fate.

Rotterdam tried to adopt a politely aloof demeanor, although he wasn't very good at controlling his facial expressions and wasn't sure if he succeeded.
- Hello, good sir. Smooth sailing. Haven't seen you around here before. Just passing through to the Fortress?

(Rotterdam: rooting technique used)
The halfling stopped playing the bagpipes.
--And all the best to you! No, I'm not just passing through; I plan to stay here for a while. But as you rightly pointed out, I came here from far away and only recently, or rather, today.

What does he look like?
- You should definitely tell me, it's very interesting. Despite the city's size, it's rare to see truly new faces.

A halfling with a red beard. His clothes are quite worn, but still decent. Next to him is some kind of bag, and if you look closely, you can see something green inside.
The halfling smiled.
-- It's a pleasure to talk to a responsive humanoid! Especially since your words don't quite match your appearance, which is surprising. Perhaps you have something to tell that is just as interesting as what I have to say. My life has been surprisingly successful, that is, I have had my share of troubles, but I have somehow managed to solve them all so far, and I hope that things will continue to be this way.

- Life has certainly taken its toll on me, that's true. I'm glad to hear that things are going well for you! What brings you to the Cove, if you don't mind me asking? You seem like an honest and decent person, but this dirty city is full of greedy merchants and bandits.
Rotterdam couldn't shake the feeling that he had seen him somewhere before.