Sylvester Archipelago Auto-translated

- I'd like some buckwheat porridge and fruit... uh, do you have any apples? - he asked the owner.

- Thank you, but in that case, I'll pass.

- If I survive this journey, I will most likely spend my money on training with the best mages of Madinia.

- Wasn't I clear enough? - Tanasius frowned, - I'm not interested in your offer.

-May I sit down? - he asked Sarah and Ray. -This is a rather dull place, I must say. Not a single library, all they do is collect the dead. In short, there's absolutely nothing to do.

-That's a good intention, but you seem a bit pessimistic.

He probably doesn't want to go blind.

- Suit yourself. And you, sir, wouldn't you like to take a chance? - he addressed Odd. - What's your name, by the way?

— Kyk from the Gray Dogs clan, muahaha, — the R'lyehian tilted his head, — and what's your name? I listened to you, and I have a similar situation. I know the herbs, but I don't know how to use them correctly. I've tried it before – sometimes it causes stomach upset, I don't know if it's chronic or not, sometimes nausea, sometimes constipation. So, no, I have enough problems of my own, heh.

Deciding that it's better to be safe than sorry and risk being without healing supplies at some point, Tanasii took three copies of each type of medicine.