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Ivissa, though she acknowledged Agnet, didn't seem particularly excited or surprised. - Good. It's strange to see someone like you in this city, Agnet.
[For reference: the northern border is located just beyond the White Lands; beyond that lies an impassable ocean and a harsh land where winter reigns and from which no one has ever returned, at least according to known sources.]
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After wandering around Madam Nyu's shop, Ratislav was clearly disappointed that he hadn't found anything useful, after which the Tyrian headed to the slave market.
-- Honestly, I was surprised that you decided to set up your workshop right here! For some reason, I thought that if you decided to do something like this, you would choose some clean, big city... I don't even know.
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- Are you going sailing? What about Brightstrider himself? If he has the maps... I noticed that you two had some kind of disagreement.
- In other cities, I would be too restricted, but Nevermore, whatever it may be, offers far more opportunities.
On his way to the market, Ratislav was stopped by a boy of about 12 who ran up to him. He was dirty and dressed in rags. - Hey, mister! Can you spare some change?
-Here, - Ratislav tossed about a hundred R to the boy, - and now get lost and don't bother me again. Do I look like a rich man from Rienevka?
He paused, lost in thought. "With the old world? Ravaged by war, bled dry? What about the newest world?"
- You know what? I see you're an enterprising man, and we probably want the same thing. If you don't mind, I need to think about your offer carefully.
- Make yourself at home, - Ivissa replied coldly, and before returning to her reading, she added, - the prices are listed on the signs.
The boy greedily grabbed the money and ignored all of Ratislav's words. - Why so little!
--Come on, let's go,--he said to the slaves and headed towards the "Sea Devil."
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers