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-- Not much, Sarael. Are you having problems with him? We haven't even been in the city for a day, and you've already gotten yourself into trouble?

Ironically, he really did, although not with them. - No, I don't have any "problems" with the dragon clan, however, there is an opinion that this city, and not only it, will become much "cleaner" if this organization suffers a certain kind of damage. More order in the city itself, fewer raids on other settlements, and so on, I think you understand my point. If you're interested, come tomorrow *[to the place where I'm supposed to meet the archer to discuss the details]*, otherwise, forget about everything I just told you.

Share between Odd and Tiberius?

Yes, of course.

So, how are you doing, Heroist?
I'm generally happy. I really enjoyed it. In the store, those swords cost 19, I was expecting to pay 7500 for each, so I deliberately gave Zalatov twice the inflated price. I could have agreed to 8, but my natural urge to haggle kicked in (mine, not Odd's). And so, a clean 17 thousand. :cool:

Yes, it turned out well. :smile20:

[the place where I should meet the archer to discuss the details]

To that grove where you were with the archer. I really wanted to send you a boy with a note about the meeting place, but never mind...

Bruttii listened to Sarael carefully and in silence. "Whose opinion? Surely not yours?"

-- Whose opinion is that? Not yours, is it?

- People who care about maintaining order. - Sarahael wasn't particularly concerned about the order or the dragon clan, but his interlocutor needed an answer. - Decide for yourself.

- People who care about maintaining order. - Frankly, Sarael didn't care about the order or the dragon clan, but his interlocutor needed an answer. - Decide for yourself.

-- That's not an answer, Sarael. I have some ideas about who it might be, but I need to know for sure. If it's some other Histheosian clan, I'll send them to the same place they want to send the Dragon Clan. I'm a mercenary; I work for someone specific, not for fun.

- You'll find out all the details on the spot. - Saying this, the Heliotrope headed towards the exit. - Of course, if you show up. The night is long, and I still have some things to do, while you can take some time to think things over.
I go to the middle town. I purchase Universal Antidote x3, Healing Potion x5 (I drink one immediately), Potion of Strength, Monkey Potion 2.
After that, I rest for a short time and then wait for the right time in the right place.

I purchase Universal Antidote x3, Healing Potion x5 (I drink one immediately), Potion of Strength, and Monkey Potion x2.

16,315 - 150 - 1,150 - 2,500 - 2,500 = 10,015

Gordian went to his cabin. "And yet, the client shared his true identity with him without any reservations. If it weren't for that fact, I would have assumed that the Haven had already decided to deal with a clan that was getting too big for its boots."
The Madian sat down on... Where was there to sit in the cabin? "What if Sarael is also from the Haven? In essence, I don't know that this isn't the case. That would explain all the inconsistencies. Perhaps I could help him if that's true... The Haven is definitely better than those Histhean simpletons."
"But if that's not the case, then I'll get involved in a conflict between warring clans. That's unpleasant."
If it's already late, Gordian rests. Otherwise, he goes to the magic shop, after collecting his money.

Where was there a place to sit in the cabin?

A chair, a bed.

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If it's already late, Gordian is resting.

It's evening in the game. The characters are falling asleep.

The mafia awakens. But Gordian falls asleep, uh-huh.

Tiberius settled comfortably on his cot, opened a treatise on the art of death magic, and began to read. He didn't even notice how, after a few hours, he gradually drifted off to sleep.

Introduction. The art of death magic serves to... Grrrr... Grrrrrrrrr... Grrr...
Gordian woke up early and went to Zalatov to get his money, and then he planned to visit the magic shop – the one with the treatises, potions...

The Necromancer goes to sleep so that he can appear in our dreams at night, close your eyes and go to sleep. (Excerpt from a Halechid lullaby).