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► Kyk went to look for Zalatov.

Bruttius ate, paid, and headed towards the exit. There he met Sarael (yes, Nebok?).

- How much do you want for them?

— 15,000 for each.

- Oh, Gordian, what a coincidence. You're exactly who I need. - Sarael smiled warmly. - I can't seem to solve a problem, and I was hoping you could help me. I think it's something you'd be good at.

Day twenty-three. The city turned out to be unfriendly and unsafe. However, the middle and upper parts are generally safe, and there are a huge number of shops with various goods. I managed to try some excellent Madian wine. On the way back, a scuffle broke out with the locals, and I miraculously managed to get out of it unharmed, largely thanks to the help of one of the mercenaries. I had to reveal my secret to him. However, I think there is no point in hiding from the others anymore, and this is starting to seriously harm the overall cause. I believe they can be trusted.
Below are detailed calculations of the received and spent satras, as well as a complete list of the items I currently have.
I will probably help one of the mercenaries and participate in the rescue of a slave. Obviously, the risk is quite high, but, as it turns out, it is better to act in this way in this city than to try to avoid all dangers. I also hope to visit the arena tomorrow and watch the battles. I anticipate a fascinating and exciting spectacle. I currently find it impossible to search for information about the Temple of the Halekids; I won't even write about the library.

-- Are you going to teach that bully a lesson? -- he joked. -- I didn't think a dark elf could have such problems. Weren't you planning to board a ship?

- They're not new... I'm paying 8,000 for each.

- A hooligan? No, it's something much more trivial, but I'd prefer to discuss it somewhere quieter. - Sarael deliberately ignored the part about the ship and, with a glance, indicated the large number of people in the tavern and the city, thus suggesting that they discuss the "problem" somewhere where there wouldn't be any eavesdroppers.

— It sounds like I stole them, — Odd smiled, — but I earned them with sweat and blood, in a fair fight. 8500?

By the way, is there any way I can send a message from here?

I hope Nebok will say that they arrived.

"Sounds like I stole them," Odd smiled, "but I earned them with sweat and blood, in a fair fight. 8500?"

- Okay... - said Zalatov and gave Odd the money for the swords (34,000).