Posts from Nowaru

- It's a pleasure to meet you, Zheng, - the warrior nodded, - and you have nothing to apologize for; it's unlikely that you have anything to do with your mentor's prejudices. Besides, he's not the rudest teacher I've ever met.

"This is terrible, just terrible! Do you hear it too? Well, I envy you, because you can choose not to listen if you don't want to. But I'm stuck here and can't go anywhere!"
Hanelion's face showed terrible interest in the lesson.

Nuesh decided to continue observing. If it really is just harmless music, then maybe it's not worth killing anyone.

After this, as if losing interest in the speaker, Rilean headed to the Scriptorium.

- So, Duke Rumke, is that right? - The guard pulled some papers from his belt pouch and quickly scanned the list of names. - I don't see your name. Since you are a foreigner, you probably don't know that there is a law signed by Sartos Allesiir prohibiting the use of riding animals within large cities without paying an additional tax. Can you imagine the chaos that would ensue in the capital's streets if everyone could ride around on horseback?

The lesson lasted about an hour. When it ended, the orc clapped loudly, and his face showed satisfaction.

No, I wasn't aware of the law; I just arrived today. Thank you for the explanation; I'm ready to pay the required tax immediately. I might need to stop by the bank to exchange some coins, but I don't see any reason to delay fulfilling this decree.

-- But it's so uncomfortable for me... It must have been terrible to play next to me. I'm afraid I even smell... -- Hanelion hunched over even more than usual.

The Shunie continued to eavesdrop. When the conversation ends, he will quietly slink away, follow the woman, and completely by chance bump into her a couple of blocks away, making himself look as friendly as possible.

There were no other visitors in the scriptorium, only Rilean disturbed the old man's solitude as he was engrossed in writing.
- How can I help you, boy?

- Don't say that, - the woman said, - we all go through difficulties that life presents us with, but that doesn't mean you become a lesser person because of it.

- Aren't you involved in transcribing manuscripts? You must know a lot. Do you only transcribe from Ilinar, or are you familiar with the writing of other peoples?

It wasn't difficult for Tirze to help a comrade in his endeavors. Moreover, she was even glad about it - there would be one less competitor at the tournament.
- You can count on me. Do you know the registration rules? Have you already come up with a nickname?

- As they like to say, right? - The guard smirked. - Ignorance of the law is no excuse. The basic tax is five hundred linears per day. You have two beasts, that's a thousand. Plus, these are exotic animals capable of frightening the city's residents, which doubles the cost of passage. So, that's already two thousand. And the fact that you were traveling here without registration obligates you to pay a fine five times the amount, that is, ten thousand plus another two, totaling twelve. First, you'll come with me to fill out the necessary documents, okay?

Cererum had many houses and even more people. Some of the structures built here looked relatively modest, while others seemed to radiate wealth. The choice is vast, ranging from mansions protected by walls and heavy security to houses with no protection at all.