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During the journey, Tiberius continued to keep his records, although there was nothing particularly interesting in them.
Our lucky charm died today from this intoxication. It's scary to continue the journey. I will hope that we will reach Histia alive. I haven't found any new information about the Temple. The medallion really has magical properties. My first artifact during this journey! That's not bad.
Day twelve. We are heading towards the port of Histia. The weather is still good. Maybe that mage was just a charlatan. I made a few more corrections to "Chronicles of the Dead." I'm starting "Annals of the Empire." No news. No interesting events. The captain is trading in media. And I, a fool, wanted to offer him a brilliant idea.
It seems we are approaching. It looks like an island. I don't understand anything. I need to find out what is happening.
*** -And I won't refuse a walk around the island. Especially since this is such an opportunity to touch the ancient history of the Halechids! And although there is unlikely to be a library here, I can't stand this terrible rocking anymore. "The suspicion and danger of this Lutiel has increased from three-tenths to two-thirds," Tiberius thought. "However, if he wanted to simply kill us, he wouldn't have arranged such a walk."
So, the following will disembark: Werner, Tanasios, Raveling, Odd, and Tiberius. As I understand it, Gordian remains on the ship, and Sarael hasn't decided yet.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Tiberius returned to his cabin, grabbed his staff, put on his cloak, took potions for restoring health and mana, as well as for treating fever, and then hurried to join the other tourists.
- Safety? Life itself isn't a safe thing, - said Lutiel. - But if you consider the presence of intelligent beings on the island a danger, then in this case, the island is safe. At least, if you don't go too far into the thickets.
-- Alright, never mind. Anyway, I'm going with you.
Two boats were launched. In the first, Lutiel, Udyolina, Gudrin, and four more sailors set off, while in the second were Werner, Tanasii, Ravelin, Odd, Tiberius, Gordian, and Sarael. Werner and Tiberius had to row. The island turned out to be an ordinary piece of land in the middle of the ocean. The mercenaries had the opportunity to go further south, into the thicket, or take a walk along the shore, hoping to find something interesting. Meanwhile, Lutiel ordered the sailors to set up camp. They might have to wait until tomorrow morning for those whom Lutiel was supposed to meet.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
The mage loaded his crossbow, cast combat spells, and prepared to fire on sight. Just in case. Because of this "just in case," vigilance is maintained at all times.
-Whew. - Tiberius gasped, struggling to climb out of the boat. -Good job for an archaeologist. Either way, I'll take a walk along the shore, sunbathe, and skip some stones into the water. And that's what he did.
Ple-Sen
Heroist
