Posts from Fëanor Taonkracht (Alexeagle) Auto-translated

Feanor put the records in a niche containing a virus, and then ran to the market to buy magical items.

Well, Feanor had a wide selection of goods on the market.

What do you mean, where does it come from? Why should I know what magical things exist in the world of Nero?))

((white)) I just don't know what you want; I won't describe the entire marketplace. Is it for experiments? ((not white))

“I need items that aren’t too expensive but possess magical properties. I need them for experiments,” Feanor told the merchant.

The merchant was delighted. --Yes, yes, of course, a fresh batch of crazy cockroaches was delivered two days ago, would you like to take a look?

--I don't need your junk! I need magical artifacts, all sorts of enchanted items.

--Artifacts? From what era? There are no cheap artifacts. And mad cockroaches are one of the most common and easiest magical creatures to destroy on Nero. How are you going to experiment without knowing these things?

--Alright, give me about ten of those crazy critters of yours, you’ve convinced me.

--That will be 20 coppers, 2 for each cockroach. And not just any, but the crazy ones, -- the vendor handed Feanor some specimens: large insects, about the size of a palm. They had long, serrated antennae, a dark red color, and a white face painted on their backs, each cockroach with its own unique face. In nature, they used these faces to scare away those who wanted to feast on the meaty insect. When Feanor took a closer look, he saw that these faces were gradually changing: yes, these so-called crazy cockroaches could magically change their color to ensure they wouldn't be eaten.

Feanor paid for the cockroaches, took them home, and went to the hospital to get treatment.

So, let's assume you retrieved your items from the Peiramata Tower. But for the future, it's better to role-play this.
At the hospital, they welcomed him warmly and placed him in a ward. Feanor arrived just in time for dinner, and they brought him some porridge.

Feanor, accustomed to full meals, refused the porridge and instead began to contemplatively gaze at the ceiling. One of the stains on it resembled the face of a mad cockroach...

Late at night, a doctor entered Feanor's room.
--Whew, I'm exhausted today. So, sir, what's bothering you?

Feanor analyzed his sensations: everything hurt, from his head, which had taken the brunt of a gendarme's club, to his foot, which he had twisted while jumping from the stands.
Feanor began to tell the doctor about his injuries: "So, first, my head hurts, I have several cuts from a dagger, and it seems like my liver... or spleen, I'm not very good at anatomy and I don't understand these things very well."