Posts from Sylvester Archipelago Auto-translated

- Hello, am I correct in understanding that the recipe for "delicious pea soup" describes how to prepare an ordinary dish, one that doesn't possess any special qualities? - Tanasii said, towering over the girl. Covering his interlocutor with his shadow, the warrior looked quite intimidating. Or at least, he could have, if he hadn't been asking such strange questions.

Meanwhile, the dog sat next to Brutt and rested its head on his leg.

- Yes, I was right. Criminals use this "tea" to make one of the strongest narcotic potions. Its production and use are prohibited throughout R'lyeh. Perhaps you weren't aware of that...

- Oh, sir, this isn't just any soup, it's a very delicious, ordinary soup according to my beloved late mother's recipe. She always made it for us. My father says he married my mother precisely because of this soup.

-And what are they doing there, do you happen to know? - he asked Morutz, nodding towards the orcs and the boxes that looked like coffins.

- Indeed, who knows... Thank you for the food. - [assuming it was brought to him] Having finished his meal, Sarael heads to the ship, where he undergoes the standard procedure. Walking down the corridor, the elf stops at the seventh cabin and, while no one is looking, decides to take a peek at the contents of his companion's bag to find out what kind of person he might be.

-- Well, thank you for the information. It explains the dog's behavior, even though it was doing its job.

Thanasius felt a bit foolish when the saleswoman replied to him. He was even embarrassed and wanted to pull his helmet down over his eyes, but he overcame this desire.
- Thank you, - the warrior replied dryly, - in that case, I'll take five healing potions.

- Alright. You don't look like a drug dealer. And Bjostru liked you. So, you can go. But we'll confiscate the "tea."

-- It's a little disappointing, but I'll get over it, -- Gordian gathered his remaining belongings. -- In that case, allow me to take my leave.
If that's all, I'm going to the employer.

The other hopefuls (now including Ment) went through a similar procedure, and each of them ended up with a contract bearing Lutiel's signature and seal.

- No, son. All our people are working here, in the port, - one of the old men replied. - There is no one to send messages. You better sit down. Share some fish with the old man. Tell us what interesting things you've seen; you've probably been to many places, you look like a traveler.

The Ryorvalian sat down next to the elders and cast his fishing line.
— Yes, I've been traveling a bit. Although I haven't participated in major expeditions, I've still seen a few things. In the south, there are places where the ground is nothing but sand. Everywhere you look, it's just sand. The people there are strange; when it's hot, they don't take off their hats but instead wrap their heads in rags. They are strong warriors, and in addition to swords and spears, they have weapons like hammers that can pierce any armor.
There are also people there who, it's almost unbelievable, eat fish raw. But not out of necessity. Even the nobles do it. And they don't get poisoned. It's due to some special preparation, but they don't reveal the recipe to anyone.

In the south, you can also find trees with small, brown fruits that can be stored all winter. This is because when they are first picked, they are incredibly sour and hard, and they only become edible after being stored for a long time or kept in the cold. The peasants absolutely love them.

The Ryorvalian sat down next to the elders and cast his fishing line.

After Odd finished his story, he felt something heavy on his hook.

Kyk, of course, had known how to fish since childhood. He skillfully hooked the fish, brought it closer, and pulled it out.

After carefully studying the contract and signing it, Gordian continued on his way. He went to the alchemist's shop in the market and, astonished by the prices, bought two healing potions and a cold remedy (just in case). The next stop was the cartographer, more out of curiosity.