Sylvester Archipelago Auto-translated

- Times have always been like this; here's the money.

The house of the death master didn't stand out among other stone buildings. Except, of course, for the large number of wooden crates near it. A skeleton stood at the door, dressed in black trousers, a white shirt, and a black vest.

Zalato laughed loudly, took two crumpled stacks of bills (16000) from the table, and tossed them to Sarael and Rayvelin.
- You don't need to count them.

-Good day to you! - Tiberius greeted the skeleton. -Excellent outfit, sir. It complements the color of your skull perfectly. So, may I have a moment to speak with your master?

- Hey, buddy, - Sarael called out to Ray, whom he had just finished collecting money with, - want to grab a bite? Let's head to the tavern.

Having collected the money, Ray decided to first visit the "Eternal Rest" tavern. Usually, one can hear many interesting things in such establishments.

"Hey, buddy," Sarael called out to Ray, with whom he had just received the money, "don't you want to grab a bite? Let's go to the tavern."

...I need people like you, brave and without... strong.

- If you are looking for a teacher, then we don't do that here. The Academy does that. But it's in another city. So I can't help you.

- Good day, - greeted Sarael, approaching the counter. - What's on the menu?

The skeleton gestured for Tiberius to follow him. He led him to the back of the house. There, he opened the doors to the basement. In the first room, where the mage found himself, skeletons lay on shelves carved into the stone, with paper tags around their necks bearing inscriptions in the Halekhide language. As soon as the skeleton servant closed the basement door, torches lit up, illuminating the path ahead. The next room was the same. Tiberius had to descend another three levels underground until he found himself in a large, spacious hall. There were many different skeletons. Some of them were wearing armor, others were wearing robes. In the center of the hall, on a huge table, lay a dead man. Above him, holding a scalpel, stood, apparently, the master of death.
- Welcome, traveler, - he said to Tiberius without looking up from his work.

- Me too! That's why I need people like you, brave and... fearless. Are you sure you don't want to?

While Sarael was talking to the owner of the establishment, Rayvelin decided to listen to what the few visitors were chatting about.