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- I was thinking of checking this place out, - Sit'Al nodded, - but the authenticity of the information is really questionable. After meeting with the Kalevrites, I have no faith in humans.

Nimril shrugged: her experience with the Kalevrites was quite limited. "Let's go to the mages' guild."

Antaer wasn't particularly eager to meet other travelers; he was still wary of strangers, as encounters with them could lead to trouble. However, he decided to take a chance and approach the Lunai organization. If everything went well, he could earn some money and perhaps even train in the fighters' guild to learn how to wield a one-handed weapon. For now, though, the elf was intrigued by the local seer. If this fortune-teller was truly as remarkable as they said, he could take a short walk in the fresh air to his home. With these thoughts, Antaer headed towards the wise man, Ryu.

I'm reading announcements and looking around the city center.

Walking through the city center, Larte couldn’t help but notice that the number of people in this place had not only increased compared to the rest of the city, but even more – there was a real crowd here now. Many people, ordinary onlookers, and Gaddar guards gathered around three individuals.

"Arabeth and Tartarus Ghostdrain, what is your purpose for coming to Gaddar?" The man speaking, though not young, possessed a strong oratorial voice and spoke to the two strangers with some tension, without any friendliness.
"Well, well, the governor himself arranged a personal welcome for us..." The woman dismounted from her companion's horse and approached the people who were watching them. They stepped back.

"Leave your games behind, witch. Tell me, why are you and your brother here!"
"The thing is, the king is very unhappy with your actions." The Sorceress looked around. "His Majesty ordered soldiers to be sent to the center."
"There are Tilians roaming our lands, and all sorts of things are happening throughout the country! I cannot fulfill this order and put the residents at risk!"
As she said these words, the silent rider in dark armor reached for his sword without saying a word.

"Just try it, demon," the old Knight threateningly gestured for the silent warrior to stop. Then he spoke to the woman again. "Even if he is called the strongest man in Erathia, do you really think that one warrior can defeat all the soldiers of Gaddar?"
"These ants?" The woman laughed. "But in some ways, you are right, old man. It would be wrong if we harmed His Majesty’s toys.” Arabeth climbed back into the saddle and gave the governor a final cold look. “One month. The troops must be withdrawn to the center; this is a final warning.”
After that, the pair galloped away on their black steed, the governor and his retinue headed towards the Castle, and the people began to disperse.

On the information board, strangely enough, there wasn't much useful information.
Ringer Brighterbring was gathering a team to sail to the Altean Islands, and the priest of the local Kalevrit church needed urgent help, according to the notice.

Eivind had traveled a long way and was a little tired from the journey, but before going to the local tavern, he decided to visit the temple of Valdemar. It was the only building where he felt a sense of familiarity and understanding.

Eivind's destination was a small and very modest-looking building, apparently the dwelling of a single person. The priest turned out to be a bearded man, around 45-50 years old. He warmly greeted his fellow countryman and invited him inside.

I thought Illinar was almost a utopia... Turns out, it has its own problems.

-Hello to you too! I'm looking for the same thing we all are - knowledge.

- Ah, I would offer you to join us and taste the fruit of knowledge, but alas, this place is not for the likes of you... - The Priestess smiled compassionately.

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I thought Illinar was almost a utopia... Turns out, they have their own quirks.

Mент, did you read the first post?)

- To the town square! - Ji Ling exclaimed, raising her hand. So many interesting things await her there! Mmm!

Eivind's destination turned out to be a small and rather modest-looking building, apparently the dwelling of a single person. The priest was a bearded man, around 45-50 years old. He warmly greeted his fellow countryman and invited him inside.

-Peace to your home and warmth to your soul. I am new to this city and still unfamiliar with the local customs and ways.

I followed the priest inside.

As usual, I've already forgotten what was written there, but I remember the second one well. )
I just skimmed through it again.

It seems like there's just a king who's gone crazy, and Death Knights are running around the country. Otherwise, everything is fine.

-- Let's go to the mages' guild.

The central room of the guild turned out to be empty; there was nothing there except for two identical staircases. After climbing to the second floor, the icy duo found themselves in the guild's hall. In the center was a table with records, behind which sat an elderly man. There were bookshelves with basic literature dedicated to the magical arts scattered around, and seven doors were located at different ends of the room. To the left of each of them were labeled signs:
First: Water Magic – Master Ena
Second: Earth Magic – Master Erthos
Third: Lightning Magic – Master Faragar
Fourth: Fire Magic – Master Lutros
Fifth: Ice Magic – Master Ramola
Sixth: Energy Control – Master Lalena
Seventh: Creation Magic – Master Einar

Nimril headed towards the fifth door; there was definitely nothing left for her to find behind the others.

He could take a short walk in the fresh air to his home. With these thoughts, Antaer headed towards the wise man Ryu.

The walk was indeed quite pleasant: the further Antaer moved away from Gaddar, the more pleasing the surrounding environment became for sight, hearing, and smell. At some point, the sounds of the human city completely faded away, allowing the ears of the Assyrian to enjoy the natural sounds of the local nature. When Antaer reached his destination, he saw a magnificent view, perhaps the most beautiful that his eyes had ever beheld.

As he approached the house, the traveler's ears involuntarily overheard someone else's conversation.
— ...What does this mean?
— If you or anyone from your family sits on the Illiniarian throne, it will be a fateful day for the state created by the first king of this country.
— What nonsense! Don't make fun of me.
— You asked me about it yourself.
The visitor didn't say goodbye and flew out into the street, as if not paying attention to Antaer, absorbed in his own thoughts.

At the entrance to the house, several simple rules were written on the wall:
"One question – one answer;
One wish – one payment.
The world is in balance;
The threads of fate change their path only for the asker."

"To the town square!" Ji Ling exclaimed, raising her hand upwards.

The Taoist Sorceress witnessed the same thing that Larte saw (they arrived at roughly the same time).

"Peace to your home and warmth to your soul. I am new to this city and still unfamiliar with local life and customs.
I followed the priest inside."

"Likewise, brother," said the priest. He led the hunter into the temple, where he saw that the building looked even "poorer" on the inside than it did on the outside. Besides simple necessities for human life, there was nothing here except an altar depicting a man in a horned helmet, holding a torch in one hand and an axe in the other. "I can tell you everything within my power."