Posts from Sylvester Archipelago

I offer the services of my blade.

- You pay, and I provide the services of my blade; the specific purpose of the voyage is of no interest to me. - Sirael lied. His employer should not think otherwise.

-- Since yesterday, -- Gordian Bruttius approached, anticipating a long interrogation. He himself was like that, although his duties as a member of the Guild of Haven were usually of a different nature. -- I'm not in a hurry, ask what interests you.

Before signing anything, Sarael carefully examined the document and the details of the contract.

-- Crackers and tea, -- Gordian said, pulling the aforementioned supplies from his bag, -- so we don't waste time. Does your dog react to tea? Or does he just want crackers?

Okay, fine. The dark elf put his signature on the paper. - So, until the day after tomorrow. - After saying goodbye to the employer, he went to the tavern.

Werner wasn't particularly surprised by this turn of events; he had grown accustomed to the fact that few people in this country were interested in accepting the Creator's truths. Nevertheless, he finished his sermon and hopefully addressed the few listeners:
--Greetings! I am glad that there are people who are interested in understanding the truths that the Creator bequeathed to us. Tell me, have you truly realized the truth of the Creator's teachings, or is the meaning of the sacred scripture still unclear to you?

The guard carefully took the tea bag. He sniffed it, let his partner sniff it, and shook his head.
- Sir, unfortunately, you will have to come with us.
The dog finally calmed down, sat on the ground, and wagged its tail.

- After saying goodbye to his employer, he went to the tavern.

- But does your little hero have a big hammer with fire? - a boy of about twelve asked Werner.

Nebok, but is there really some kind of drug there that my brave cop somehow failed to detect? Can my character sniff it out now and draw conclusions?