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— Oh, so you're an alchemist too? — Kyk perked up. — And where exactly do you gather herbs around here?

— Unless the payment for your help turns out to be very generous, which I highly doubt. It would be cheaper to buy a couple of slaves for experiments. Or find some beggar willing to risk their health for a pittance.

45 thousand satyrs

- Buckwheat with vegetables would be fine. - Initially, the elf intended to ask the human for some information, but his apathetic behavior hindered his initial desire.

-It's a pity I wasn't born in these lands, - the mage sighed. -But you are a very skilled master. I have always been interested in and admired the Halechid's skills in the art of using what seem to be completely empty shells, if I may say so. I myself spent several years traveling through these places, trying to learn at least a little about this art, but, as you can see, it takes not only a lot of time but also a special talent. Excuse me, am I bothering you?

-I'd like some rice porridge, please.

- Hmm, I have a few more questions. Will I know how the potion I'm offered is supposed to work? Will I be given free potions to cure any ailments if I happen to catch some kind of infection? And finally, can I bring my colleague with me, - Tanasii nodded towards Kyk, just in case of unforeseen circumstances?

The elf happily ate the dish he had ordered. The walking skeletons didn't bother him at all; he had already seen enough of them in the past. - Thank you for the food, - he said, paying the owner.

The man snapped his fingers again, and another skeleton waiter approached him.
- Do it.
Soon, Ray was brought his rice porridge.

I feel like all I do is eat.

- No, no. Although I'm not used to having company, you're not distracting me at all, please continue.

That's right. In battles in narrow corridors/rooms, we'll block the passage for you.

The elf happily ate the dish he had ordered. The walking skeletons didn't bother him at all; he had already seen enough of them in the past. "Thank you for the food," he said, paying the owner. "What were those sailors talking about when they called the local food terrible? Is it Ray, right?" he asked the elf with whom he was sharing the meal. "Tell me, what do you expect from this voyage? Just setts, or maybe something else?"

-Thank you. Actually, I've always been curious, how long does it take to master the art of a death master? And is it even possible for someone who isn't a halekhide?