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The Knight rides to Gaddar. On his way, he questions everyone he meets, asking if they have seen any monks, warriors, or teyos. He also searches every building.
The people encountered along the way could offer little help in terms of the information Ignatius needed, and in the rare houses, nothing out of the ordinary was found, except for one last one: judging by the items found inside, it was the home of a weaver. The mistress and her young children were lying on the floor, dead, with terrible wounds on their bodies, inflicted by some blunt weapon.
-- Money? Money!!! Money!!! Money!!! I want money!! -- Spin shrieked. Recovering, he suddenly saw Cytherea. He had never met such strange people before; the goblin briskly walked around her from all sides, then jumped up and tugged at her tail.
Ignatius prayed for their souls and, trying to be quiet and inconspicuous, began to search the house.
Ignatius found nothing except the obvious fact that a large number of people had been here. They apparently used this house to rest and regain their strength.
Well, I don't want to overcomplicate things (just a little hint here), so I'll assume that Ignatius continued westward.
Continuing along the same road, Ignatius stops when he sees a suspicious object on the road. As he gets closer, he recognizes it as the severed head of the very priest who had tasked him with cleansing the church. Strange sounds were coming from somewhere in the forest.
-- Money? Money!!! Money!!! Money!!! I want money!! -- Spin shrieked. Recovering, he suddenly saw Sytri. He had never met such strange people before; the goblin carefully walked around her from all sides, then jumped up and tugged at her tail.
-Ouch! - Sytri exclaimed, then looked reproachfully at the goblin - haven't you been taught that you shouldn't touch a woman until she gives you a sign?
Where do we go? Where do we end up when we save the world?
-- Lord, help me in this righteous endeavor.
Ignatius left his horse, rolled completely in the roadside mud for greater stealth, and quietly and unnoticed headed towards the source of the sounds, muttering to himself the most powerful prayer he knew.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
I don't remember if I mentioned it before, but goblins are one of the best assassins in terms of mechanics.Alexeagle
-- Lord, help me in this righteous endeavor. Ignatius left his horse, rolled completely in the roadside mud for greater stealth, and quietly and unnoticed went towards the source of the sounds, muttering to himself the most powerful prayer he knew.
Ignatius's approach went unnoticed. Upon reaching the sounds, he saw the following:
Raphael finally got what he desired most in the world. Unfortunately, or perhaps indifferently, he had to share his "lady" with his "brother in faith."
They were, of course, without weapons and armor. Five meters from them, under a tree, lay neatly stacked a two-handed sword, two sets of medium armor, a shield, a mace, and some other items. The monks were nowhere to be seen.
In short, I'm giving you until the end of the day to decide. Who wants to go south, who wants to sail, who wants to stay in the city, and who has any other ideas (maybe someone has a brilliant idea to go to the forests of Melkoria). Just keep in mind that the "difficulty" doesn't change based on the number of participants.
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