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Seriously,
rich players have no reason to sign up for a caravan with a small fee, and you won't even have time to learn a spell before it leaves.

Larte decides to fight in the arena.

No, Ples, I doubt it. We should probably look for someone in Lunaya instead.

In short, the plan is this: during meals, Va'on tells all sorts of made-up nonsense about his life if they ask; as soon as everyone finishes eating and possibly goes their separate ways, he tries to put the girl's relatives to sleep one by one in different places.

The wealthy have no reason to sign up for a small amount in a caravan, and you won't even have time to learn a spell before they leave.

What money? He's interested in the southern girls, not money.

Ignatius attacks a parishioner with a shield.
Ignatius misses.
Critical failure. The parishioner with improvised weapon (2) is paralyzed for three turns.
The parishioner with a knife (2) is paralyzed.
The parishioner with improvised weapon (5) is paralyzed.
The parishioner with improvised weapon (1) resists the spell.
Ignatius is paralyzed.
The parishioner with a shield attacks Ignatius.
The parishioner deals 52-25%=39 damage to Ignatius (29/240)
The parishioner with improvised weapon (1) attacks Ignatius.
The parishioner deals 12-25%=9 damage to Ignatius (20/240)
The parishioner with improvised weapon (3) attacks Ignatius.
The parishioner deals 12-25%=9 damage to Ignatius (11/240)
The parishioner with a knife (1) attacks Ignatius.
The parishioner deals 11-25%=8 damage to Ignatius (3/240)
The parishioner with a knife (3) attacks Ignatius.
The parishioner deals 11-25%=8 damage to Ignatius (0/240)
Ignatius resists death. +240 health (240/240), +5 action points (5/5).
Ignatius's turn.

+160 health

I thought it was 250... Okay, are the other buffs still there?

Nah, Ples, I doubt it. We should probably look for someone in Lunaya instead.

That's why I said "maybe," Ment. What if we don't have any luck in Lunaya?

Oops, I must be glitching. The priest's buff is still active.

Don't scare me like that again.
Ignatius attacks the shieldbearer.

About that girl you like. I think now you won't be able to stay silent, will you? – Citri laughed maliciously.

- Her name is Tsaralia, she works as a waitress in the "Golden Peacock" tavern... I composed several musical pieces for her, but she remained indifferent to my feelings.

The Knight really wanted to stay and watch, but he couldn’t miss such a convenient opportunity to search for the statuette in the remaining rooms of the Temple. He decided to move to the adjacent balcony under the cover of magic.

The room behind the neighboring balcony turned out to be much larger than the previous one. There were many beds and sofas here, but they were all empty.

Larte decides to fight in the arena.

Larte Darkstorm's opponent was announced to be someone named Bjorn - a Warrior of the North.

In short, the plan is this: during the meal, Vaaon tells various made-up nonsense about his life if they ask; as soon as everyone finishes eating and possibly goes their separate ways, he tries to put the girl's relatives to sleep one by one in different places.

As soon as the meal was over, the girl's older brother went somewhere on business, and her mother and father went into another room. The aristocrat and the commoner remained alone in the hall.

Larte has the initiative, meaning he goes first. The arena size is 30x30. Larte's equipment: One-handed sword. Damage: 25 (35) Medium armor. Damage reduction: -25% Regular shield. 700/700

The Tilians were celebrating today: an entire settlement of goblins was heading to the slave market. Amidst the noise, commotion, and merriment, amidst the corpses of goblin soldiers, only a small, scrawny creature stood out, frantically running around the camp, not knowing where to go or what to do. Then, someone's large, hairy hand grabbed him by the collar and lifted him into the air.
-- Just kill this little rat already!
-- You know, I heard that it is from small children that you get the most nimble, the most loyal slaves.
-- Are you trying to make a lackey out of him? These freaks are only good for mines!
-- Still, I’ll try, -- said the Tilian, watching as the goblin writhed in his hand and tried to bite. -- I am no longer who I used to be; soon I will retire, and I need a good servant for my leisure time. And what could happen from such an experiment anyway?
The first roosters crowed, and Samatr burrowed deeper into his pillow. "No, not now. Please, not yet..." And then, a piercing scream echoed from the basement:
-- I woke up!!!! I woke up!!! I waaaaked up!!!!!
Samatr jumped up and ran down the stairs.
-- Ah, you beast, when will you finally calm down?! Let me show you right now!
-- I woke up!!! Master, I woke up!
The Tilian burst into the room and began beating the goblin with his fist and a broom he grabbed nearby.
-- Idiot! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!
-- Master! Masteeerr!! -- squealed the goblin.
Spin, the goblin, was frankly raised like a dog since the moment he arrived at the house. It is not surprising that he behaved accordingly. Except that he knew how to speak, but his master, Samatr, had long cursed the day Spin uttered his first coherent sound.
Initially, the Tilian who brought the goblin simply wanted to make him a loyal slave. But every day it became more and more obvious that... Well, if anything good comes out of Spin at all. He couldn't be given any work; he ruined everything. All the time, he would screech, yell, spin around, rush about like some kind of mad hurricane. From morning until night, Samatr could not find peace; he quietly hated the little green creature.
No, once hope returned to the Tilian. Then, Spin ran up to him and wailed:
-- Master! I am afraid. Master, I must know how to protect you, master! What if I need to protect you, master?
Samatr didn’t really believe that this small, green runt could protect him, but he still showed him a few combat techniques with one-handed weapons. It wasn't difficult for him; he himself was very skilled with blades... To his surprise, the goblin learned quite well.
The next day, Samatr got up in the morning, went outside, and gasped. All the chickens, all the pigs, several sheep, even a couple of hunting dogs... Everything was slaughtered.
-- Master!! I was train... traning... Traaaining! Master!!! -- screamed the goblin as he was beaten with hands and feet.
After this incident, Samatr began locking the creature in the basement. Only now, instead of running and yelling on the street, Spin started doing it inside the house, often at night (or rather, early in the morning): the noise level increased significantly.
The Tilian even sold the goblin cheaply a couple of times, but both times he somehow managed to return. This time, Spin drove him to the limit again. He needs to get rid of him! For free! No, pay someone to take him!
Samatr grabbed the battered goblin by the scruff of the neck, who didn't even think about resisting or dodging, and carried him off to a new life.
A week later, Samatr was relaxing peacefully in an armchair on the veranda when he heard a familiar "Master!!!" He burst into tears.
-- Master, I’m back! Master!! -- Spin ran towards him at full speed.
-- Beast! Small green idiot!!! How you annoy me!! How you annoy me! -- The Tilian got up from the chair, looked around, took off his sock, and threw it haphazardly at the goblin.
-- Get out of here!! Go away!! I hate you! Get lost!!!
Spin stared blankly at the sock, which almost missed him, picked it up, sniffed it... And ran in the opposite direction.
-- Master let me go!!! Spin is free!!! Master let me go!!!
Samatr collapsed into the chair so that it barely held. He attributed this to another foolish act of his servant and thought about whether to tear out his tongue or something else. Maybe just kill him? Then he would definitely stop?
But Spin no longer intended to return. A sock and two bloodied blades in his hands – and onward, toward freedom!


Origin:
Goblins. Agility effect (chance to dodge, accuracy, stealth, etc.) as well as evasion in ranged combat are doubled. Health reduced by 50%.

Characteristics:
Strength -- 10
Endurance -- 10
Agility -- 25
Perception -- 7
Speed -- 23
Willpower -- 7
Wisdom -- 8

Skills:

One-Handed Weapon

Rank 1. Removes penalty when using one-handed weapons. +2% chance to deal critical damage, accuracy +2.
Rank 2. Chance to parry opponent's attack (accuracy vs. accuracy). +3% chance to deal critical damage, accuracy +3.
Rank 3. Additional attack. +5% chance to deal critical damage, accuracy +4.
Rank 4. Allows the use of a one-handed weapon in each hand. The probability of successful parrying increases by 50%.
Rank 5. In case of a successful block, there is a chance (agility*3) to make a counterattack. +5% chance to deal critical damage, accuracy +5.
Rank 6. In case of a successful counterattack, there is a chance (strength*3) to disarm the opponent. +5% chance to deal critical damage, accuracy +5.

Combat Mastery

Quick Reaction. Each unit of speed additionally gives +2 to evasion (in melee and ranged combat)

Inventory: two Tilian one-handed daggers (preferably piercing), sock, sturdy shirt, money (stolen on the way to Gaddar).

Once the meal was over, the girl's older brother left to take care of some business, and her mother and father went to another room. The aristocrat and the commoner were left alone in the hall.

Will it take two turns to put both of them to sleep?

- Psst! Psst! Over here! - Jimmy whispered to his companion, entering the room.

Will it take two turns to put two of them to sleep?

Yes.