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The sorcerer's dwelling was a small, semi-underground structure with no windows. The door had no lock, and it didn't need one – if the sorcerer didn't want visitors, he could protect himself with more reliable methods.

-- Greetings, travelers! I'm afraid I must disappoint you: you've arrived at such an early hour, and the prince cannot receive you yet. I offer you my sincere apologies; you will have to wait for an hour or two. In the meantime, I suggest you proceed to the dining hall, as you seem to have just arrived and should rest. If you desire intellectual entertainment, the prince has instructed me to open the library for you.

AlexIt will be like this:
Monday and Wednesday: I arrive home around one o'clock, leave around three, and return at seven. The game runs from seven to eleven, but less actively.
Tuesday and Thursday: again, I'm home at one, I stay from one to half-past five (well, there will be a one-hour break), then I leave and return at ten, but it's not a fact that I'll be guiding anyone after ten.
Friday: from one to eleven.
Saturday: I'm home from one, but my parents are also at home, so the activity is lower than on Friday. But I can guide people after midnight, which is impossible on any other day, because sleep inexorably closes my eyelids.
Sunday: from eight in the morning to eleven in the evening, activity is like on Saturday.

The problem is that I rushed the start, didn't finish the post, and therefore can't create the "merchants" thread right now. I also don't want to create different pacing for different groups. Plus, what I described is an ideal scenario, but in reality, things happen differently. In short, if everything doesn't go well in a couple of days, we'll shut it down.
By the way, tomorrow will be a day off, I have a tournament.

Hearing the words about intellectual leisure, Todalenka barely restrained her laughter. Nevertheless, due to her innate curiosity, she found the prospect of looking at Dagorian literature intriguing.

Felina cast a piercing glance at her potential future companions. They didn't inspire confidence in her, nor did they cause serious concern. After a night of hunting, the cat didn't feel hungry, so she politely asked to be shown the way to the library. Perhaps there she would find something interesting.

Vsevolod, who had recently tasted meat in a nearby tavern, again felt the familiar feeling of hunger, and therefore politely accepted the invitation to the dining hall. After all, it's not about reading books. The villager was practically not trained in literacy, and the few knowledge he received from his mother allowed him to only read the simplest sentences syllable by syllable. However, this did not bother the hero at all, but he would be very happy to taste the dishes from the prince's tower.

Greg felt a rumbling in his stomach. Liarumets always moved quickly - a habit acquired from constantly fleeing from patrols - so he didn't spend much time eating during his journey to Dagor. The prospect of sitting calmly at the table and eating to his heart's content was incredibly tempting, especially since Greg couldn't read.
-Well, treat me in the dining hall, if you're not kidding.

Kregon approached the bar.
-I need food, human. Lots of food! How much money do I have to pay for it, and who are the people gathering in that corner?

Onveg approached the semi-dugout and looked at it for a long time. I wonder what kind of person lives here? And why did he choose such a burrow as a dwelling? The girl would rather sleep in the forest undergrowth than dig the ground and live in this coffin.
-Hey! - she shouted.

- Are you tired? We don't have that much luggage, - the illithid thoughtfully examined the motley architecture. - Imagine what a single spark of random flame can do in this, so to speak, "city". These people are either very stupid or very brave. Although one does not exclude the other. No, we won't rest now, we need to go to the "prince". This is the local ruler, he has a "retinue" of thugs at his disposal, who suppress any discontent with clubs and blades, in the favorite traditions of the local peoples. However, I don't see any harm in first looking at what they trade here. Local collectors like to brew various "potions", maybe we can get something. Market.

- What a hideous and primitive people, - the elf thought to himself, observing the life of the inhabitants of this city with little interest as he walked through its streets. - The houses are like dog kennels, the city square is like a pasture, the palisade is like a pen for livestock. - Continuing down the street, the sorcerer stopped at the market where he saw a couple of heroes. - Hideous and stupid oxen, only capable of doing black work. - He continued to reflect on the inferiority of the lower race, while examining the goods.

--Meat -- 6 silver per portion, side dish to meat -- 4 silver per portion, fish and poultry -- 4 silver per portion, beer -- 6 silver per mug, mead -- 9 silver per mug, moonshine -- 5 silver per mug. And in the corner -- swindlers and bandits, proudly calling themselves "gamblers" or "card players".

-Meat, mead, and a portion of fish.
Kregon decided that before joining the group in the corner, he should observe them first. He hoped to determine which of the players was most inclined to cheat, and perhaps this information would help him...

Kragon receives -2 to Intelligence.

How long does the debuff last?
Mead hit the head(literally!)of the ratling, who wasn't used to strong drinks, and his natural caution gave way to excitement and a thirst for adventure.
- Esteemed... uh... people - Kragon addressed the gamblers - wouldn't you like to play a game of cards? I haven't played with worthy opponents in a long time.