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Oh yes, sir, I am interested in fruits. But not just any fruits, but those that, when eaten, give anyone unprecedented physical strength and a zest for life. I am ready to purchase a few of these. "The fat man probably doesn't have anything interesting. I'm wasting my time. I should have gone straight to the dragon." "I need to stop being polite and talking for too long. I'm not at a reception."
- Ohoho, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place. You should look for such fruits in Perpharia, not here.
Ple-Sen
Tirza nodded silently.
- To my great regret, not many interesting events happen in Covellia, as I would like. Therefore, the upcoming tournament is the only thing that promises the spectacle I desire. And I want as many good fighters as possible to participate in it. There is one person, his name is Tarageros Haid, a well-known hedonist and follower of Nishant. Also, he is my neighbor, he lives in the house across the street. I want to see him in this tournament.
- Halgar is at work. - The young man nodded towards the blacksmith. - Is this raw material? If not, I'm afraid we can't help you. Halgar forges masterpieces; he doesn't buy finished items unless they are made from some rare material.
- Here, take a look. - The Melchiorian took out a dagger and showed it to the young man. - Silver, made by a Kalewrite craftsman. Are you interested? How much could it be worth?
- Oh... - Mira was taken aback and sat down on a fur pouf in confusion. - So, my vacation is ruined? What if bandits attack us? What if there isn't any wood on the island? What if pearl barley won't grow there? Preoccupied with a whirlwind of thoughts, the woman spent the next half hour removing her mask, doing beauty treatments, and choosing clothes and jewelry that matched her new status. Having fully composed herself and standing ready in front of the mirror in the hallway, Mirabella nodded at her reflection, cleared her head of unnecessary thoughts, and left her dwelling. - Rosochka! Hey, Rosa, good morning! - she smiled at the concierge. - A messenger was supposed to come to me, did he leave anything, or perhaps did he say where he was going?
- We cut down trees, process them, and sell them. Want to buy some?
Shushuk learned about the Guild from him, went and read the contracts, became interested in the third contract, and decided to visit the Grove of Ansgar at night. But before nightfall, he continued to explore the business district and decided to visit the Knight's Honor.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- How can I put it? - The man looked around nervously. - He's moderately wealthy, so what?
Even better. If he's not too rich, then he's not too important and doesn't guard his wealth too well.
- So, what problems do you have with him? And how do you want to convey your point of view to him? - The Shunian smiled, showing all 32 (or however many) of his teeth.
- Here, take a look. - The Melchior pulled out a dagger and showed it to the guy. - Silver, Kalevrit craftsmanship. Are you interested? How much could it be worth?
- Sir. - The guy took a two-handed sword from the stand and showed it to the guest. - This is "Ghost Moon," a weapon forged by my mentor, Halgor. - Take a close look at the blade. It's moonstone. The most expensive metal in Ertenia and probably beyond. No offense, but we are not interested in things like yours. Morning
- Rosebud! Hey, Rose, good morning! - she smiled at the concierge. - A messenger was supposed to come here for me; did he leave anything, or perhaps said where he went?
- Messenger? I don't remember anyone like that, but some man came with two legionaries; he seemed very unhappy and told you to go to the bank... But I can't recall what it was about.Sky
So, Shushuk learned about the Guild from him, read the contracts, became interested in the third contract, and decided to visit Grove of Ansgar at night. And while night hadn't yet fallen, he continued exploring the business district and decided to stop by Knight's Honor.
- Not another step further! - Some weirdo jumped out to meet the Orc, looking like a Nosferote. - My name is Endarion Whitestorm! - What brings you here, to the abode of noble knights? Don't answer! I know – you want to become a knight yourself! But be aware that this is not an easy task, especially for you – an Orc! And training will require a lot of money... Ple-Sen
- May I inquire about the reasons for his unwillingness to participate in the Tournaments? Or are they unknown to you?
- He says there isn't a worthy prize. He has enough money; he already has a house, and the offer from an envoy from a foreign country doesn't interest him much.
That’s even better. If he’s not too rich, then he’s not too important and doesn’t guard his treasures too well. - So, what exactly are your problems with him? And how do you intend to convey your point of view to him? - the Shunie smiled, showing all 32 (or however many) of his teeth.
- You mean... well, you know, right? And how much... how much do you charge for this? Arandor
Let’s go to Enigma.
Entering the mysterious shop, the pair couldn’t find the seller, but they could admire what was on sale: Scrolls with spells that Kir had never seen in his life, black rings with strange engravings and without any precious stones set in them, a one-handed sword with equally strange symbols along the blade glowed with a dark blue flame, along the wall were hung some amulets, an unsightly cloak hung, a pair of boots stood, and a mirror, on the table were laid out a tome of magic and magical stones.
As soon as Kir said this, a human figure appeared behind him from the entrance. He didn't hear the door open. "Welcome to Enigma. Are you interested in anything?"
Meltaret was impressed. With difficulty tearing his gaze away from the reflections of the fire in the forge, playing on the blade of the sword, he put the dagger back.
"Then, I apologize for the disturbance. You know, I don't often visit large cities, especially capitals. In the places where I usually stay, there was at best one rundown smithy, where they took anything."
Meltaret looked around, to see if there was anything else interesting on the stands.
"This sword is an excellent piece of work. Only a true master could make something like this from moonstone. You must have good suppliers, since you have such a valuable resource."