Posts from Rotterdam Forest Spider (Morning) Auto-translated

They walked for some time until they reached the market square. Of course, they weren't alone: soldiers were running ahead, although they were more agile than Rotterdam and his bird. Perhaps the speed of their movement and the resulting fatigue affected their attentiveness: they ran past the market. Meanwhile, Flame Fox sat near one of the closed market stalls: most of them were open, but not this one.

- Are you enjoying the commotion you've caused? - Rotterdam approached the criminal.

--I'm waiting for you. It's strange that you didn't want to follow me, although maybe it's for the best, -- he said, standing up.

- Invite unnecessary trouble by associating with a horse thief? No, thank you. My track record in this industry is already questionable enough, and I'm not as agile as I used to be. I need to find a veterinarian for my bird.

--Well, we might not find a veterinarian: the local population doesn't have much love for animals, at best, some military man who looks after the stables might be able to treat them. But we're at the market, I'm sure there are healing ointments here. Or we can look for a regular doctor; I don't think he'll refuse to help us.

- Let's go do it.

“Then we should look for a hospital,” Flame Fox pointed in a certain direction. “Isn’t it over there?”
This time, he was right.

- This time, you are right. Let's go.

--Excellent, I'm seeing progress! I'm just guessing randomly, -- he winked at Rotterdam.
At that moment, Sylvan felt like he was being watched. First, it was some half-ling and a Yoru, but they started leaving the square, and the familiar faces of Sylvans, emerging from behind the stalls, were the ones that caused concern. They were running.

- Oh. I could really use a bit of your luck right now, Fox, - Rotterdam tugged at the tent fabric, hoping to squeeze underneath and hide.

As it turned out, Apple was peacefully grazing under the tent, and there was no room for Rotterdam. However, this measure was unnecessary: the Sylvan units were approaching too quickly and had already noticed their old "friend." Although, initially, they were probably not chasing him, considering how the halfling and the Yoru were running away from them.

Rotterdam turned away and began to peacefully lull his bird, hoping that the Sylvan faction would prefer to focus on their immediate concerns rather than succumb to bestial rage.

“There you are, you scoundrel!” – two Sylvan creatures ran up to Rotterdam, while the others ran past.

"Well, that's all." Rotterdam assumed an arrogant and cold demeanor. "Excuse me? You seem to be mistaken, young men. I suggest you go your own way." Unnoticeably, he tried to find with his gaze some representative of the authorities.

And he didn't see anyone.
--We don't think so, Rotterdam! -- they said almost in unison.
--Excuse my interruption, but what do you want from my friend? -- asked Flame Fox, sensing trouble.