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Maybe right now someone is being burned there.
I don't think they're burning anyone, but they might soon...
 

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-- Unless I cause you too much trouble, -- Raymond grumbled. -- Thank you for your kindness!
The stranger led the beggar to his home – a luxurious mansion, at the door of which stood two guards armed with swords, shields, and protected by armor. - Well then, let's go inside. He opened the door and invited Henelion in.

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- Aphiria is no place for a fragile girl like you, unless you're interested in hiring unscrupulous thugs. I don't even want to think about the Rat's Nest; it's a haven for all sorts of scoundrels. To outsiders, it's known as a place where information merchants reside.
-So, that's how it is? Yeah, those are definitely scary places. -After placing the required amount on the table, the bandit left her unfinished meal, exited the tavern, and, pulling the hood of her travel cloak over her head, [activated stealth and scouting] and headed towards the Rat's Nest, surveying the area for the number of thugs/guards/people nearby/etc.

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#771
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- I like you too, - the warrior smirked, - and I am actually looking for a job. Is something wrong?
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After patching up his health, Shushuk decided to go and take a look at the Kalevrit church. Maybe someone is being burned there right now. It's always interesting to observe such things.
Shushuk's path ended at the entrance to the church. He died. A priest happened to be leaving from there. Seeing the orc, he looked at him with obvious disgust.

- Have you come here to cleanse yourself of your sins, child of vice?
KindShaman
Rilean decided to approach and listen to what the old man was rambling about. His speeches were not to his liking, but perhaps he hadn't yet figured out how things worked.
- We must start acting! Tears and complaints about life alone will change nothing! We must take action, we must change this country, we must change the whole world... Only then will Erutenia become truly free.
Morning
After lying around for a few more minutes in a half-slumber, Mirabella grimly opened her eyes. She remembered that an important day awaited her today, so sleep no longer came.
- One-two-three, s... one-two-three, little sun... bring us joy... - a wild yawn interrupted the nursery rhyme. - ...give it to us.
The morning counting rhyme didn't help much to wake up, but Mira still got out of bed. Stretching, making her satin sheets, and performing all the necessary morning procedures, she applied a nourishing mask to her face, brewed herself some fragrant coffee with a croissant, and decided to check the important tasks planned for today in her organizer.
Having finished her morning chores, Mirabella remembered that a package from the Inner Council was supposed to be delivered to her today.
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The stranger led the beggar to his home – a luxurious mansion, at the door of which stood two guards armed with swords, shields, and protected by armor. - Well then, let's go inside. He opened the door and invited Hanelion in.
"You, esteemed observers, are probably tense, aren't you? Maybe you're smirking, maybe not, but you're definitely expecting some kind of trap? Oh, I too am a little uneasy about this strange, awkward pause. It seems, why exactly now, here we were walking, and now this gentleman is inviting me inside and waiting for something! Oh, who should I fear more – a trick from every side, that someone will offend the poor, defenseless old man, or your mocking gaze? Perhaps the latter, perhaps the latter..."
-- Oh, -- Hanelion pretended he hadn't expected such great wealth. -- This feels wrong somehow... I myself once lived in a place like this. Do you have any idea how much dirt I'll bring onto your carpets? Well, if you insist... -- the wizard entered inside, following his benefactor.
 

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- Have you come here to cleanse yourself of your sins, child of vice?
- Uh, no. I have a question for you. Is it true that you burn sinners for even the smallest transgression? Or only for serious ones?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт

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Nuesh became interested in the conversation but didn't show it. Perhaps at some point, the horned creature will be left alone, and it will be possible to extract something interesting from him, or maybe he will tell his friend something interesting... Shunietz sat down a little further away and pretended to be very interested in counting his savings. More precisely, the few coins he had pulled out of his pocket.
А, вот почему.

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- Oh, I guess that was the courier! - Just in case, Mira, still wearing her mask and floral pajamas, peeked out from behind the door of her cozy apartment, wondering if he had left anything. And if not, she could always ask the concierge later.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
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Sky
- Ehm, no. I have a question for you. Is it true that you burn sinners for the slightest sin? Or only for serious ones?
- Every sinner must seek forgiveness from God, but some transgressions can only be cleansed by righteous flame. For example, from such a grave sin as being a subhuman like you, unfortunate one.
Dragon
Nuesh became interested in the conversation, but didn't show it. Perhaps at some point the horned one will be left alone and it will be possible to get something interesting out of him, or he will tell his friend something interesting... Shuniec sat down a little further away and pretended to be very interested in counting his savings. More precisely, the few coins he had pulled out of his pocket.
- So, what are you planning to do?
- I don't even know...
- He doesn't even know! HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW. - One of his companions, who had not participated in the discussion before, slammed his fist on the table with all his might. - Are you a man or not? You married her before the eyes of the gods and men. If that scoundrel ******* your wife, then he ******* you. GET A GRIP.
- W-what do you suggest?... He's rich, and I'm just a simple worker...
- If you can't handle him, at least put your grandmother in her place!
- Oh, - Hanelion pretended that he hadn't expected such great wealth. - This is somehow wrong... I myself once lived in such a place. Do you have any idea how much dirt I will bring onto your carpets? Well, if you insist... - the sorcerer entered inside, following his benefactor.
- It's okay! Dirt on the floor can be easily cleaned, but dirt on the heart - never!
The stranger seated Hanelion at the table and ordered the servants to bring food.
Ple-Sen
- I'm looking for a job too, - the warrior smirked, - is something wrong?
- What's wrong?... - The orc paused for a moment. - I'm here to explain how we work. The guild serves as an intermediary between those looking for work and those offering it. A guarantee that no one will deceive anyone and that the right people will find each other. Is that clear?
Heroist
-So that's how it is? Yeah, they really are scary places. - throwing the required amount on the table, the rogue left the unfinished dishes, left the tavern, and, pulling the hood of her travel cloak over her head [activating stealth and scouting], headed towards the location of the rat's lair, surveying the area for the number of thugs/guards/people nearby/etc.
The lair turned out to be a wooden building, old and half-rotten. There was no one at the entrance, but Adilik's attention was not drawn by anyone wandering in this part of Tristram.

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- Oh, maybe that was the courier! - just in case, Mira, still in her mask and floral pajamas, peeked out from behind the front door of her cozy apartment, in case he had left anything? And if not, she could ask the concierge later.
On the floor inside her house, near the door, she found a letter with the seal of the Ilnar Council.

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- That's exactly how it should have started, otherwise I thought you were assigning tasks based on recommendations. Everything is clear now, you don't need to worry.
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I see, instead of a main quest or a personal quest, I'm given some shoddy side job.
Under normal circumstances, Nuesh wouldn't take on such a trivial task, but right now, he could use the extra money. He caught the eye of the unfortunate husband and winked at him suggestively, twirling the knife.
А, вот почему.

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The hideout turned out to be a wooden building, old and partially rotten. There was no one standing at the entrance, but Adilik managed to avoid the attention of everyone wandering around in this part of Tristram.
"Yeah, right." - the assassin whistled, entering the premises. "Even their bandit hideouts are pathetic. I bet their information merchants will be just as bad."

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Meltaret aimlessly wandered through the business district, not in the best of moods. After traveling such a long distance, he didn't really know what to do now. And the sign near the gate wasn't particularly encouraging. He hadn't been properly explained what to do when he was sent to Covellia. Perhaps he should wait until someone contacts him or something else happens...
As the Melchiorian descended the stone steps to some square, something bumped his elbow. The hilt of a dagger, picked up in the wastelands. Meltaret didn't really know why he still kept it, but the thoughts that came to him when he remembered the trophy weren't particularly pleasant.
No, it's better to get rid of it. He doesn't really need it. The Melchiorian looked around, thinking about where to do it in the most useful way. His gaze stopped on a building with a sign that read "Halgard's Forge," and he went inside.