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Gray text: Buy some potions, Nebok.

Ok.

Shushuk goes to the Rat's Lair. He asks about the missing man and the province of Eiswarhen.

Gray text: Buy some potions, Nebok.

I was just about to go buy some potions after dealing with the rats.

However, Erefir made it to the finals. Her next opponent is a heavily armored knight, and she also has regeneration.
Erefir took "New Life" and "Bonecrusher" into the fight, cautiously using the first weapon. But she quickly realized that it wasn't helping: even breaking through her opponent's block, she couldn't deal enough damage to overcome the regeneration.
On the other hand, the knight couldn't land a single hit on the nimble Nosferot. Perhaps the situation would have changed if Erefir had used the "Bonecrusher" and stopped running away. But... looking at the armor and seeing the quality of the craftsmanship, as well as the rare moonstone in its composition, Darvening doubted that she could break it. And a prolonged close-quarters fight could hold its own surprises: what if her opponent could also break armor? Or something worse. After all, Artelix's katana already required considerable effort from Erefir...
The Nosferot remembered the fight with Artelix, when he left, disappointed, and remembered something about Ravana, whom she accidentally defeated. As a result, her spirits sank.
"Okay, you deserve to win more. Thank you for the fight," she said sadly. "This tournament isn't for me."

It would have been better to arrange a fight in the mud, without weapons or armor, and in swimsuits. Shushuk would definitely come to watch then.

/It wouldn't change anything anyway.

Unable to keep up with Fury, Tirza sincerely hoped that her opponent would stop running. She wanted a real battle, not pathetic attempts to win through attrition. When Fury finally stopped, a spark of hope ignited within her, which was almost immediately extinguished when the opponent announced her surrender. The only consolation was that she had at least managed to save some time. - You should have understood from the example of Primula that you can't win a battle by running away, - Tirza nodded, acknowledging the surrender, - perhaps one day we will fight as it should be. Until that day, you can keep the equipment.

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Gray text: Tirza can arrange a fight without dirt and swimsuits. However, without Shushuk too. Unless he pays all his money...

It seems like Tirza is willing to do almost anything for money.

Gray text: No, Shushuk would just watch. Orcs aren't her thing.

This tournament turned out to be a big disappointment for the genuine fans of this sport. Archers, marksmen, throwers of various objects, battles decided by a single strike, or tedious attempts by heavily armed warriors to break through each other's armor – none of this was what entertained the spectators of Ilinar. Nevertheless, the event was official, large-scale, and not held very often, so the Minister of Finance, Sartos Allessir, came out to award the winner. Of course, he was accompanied by elite guards, there were as many as four of them.
— Reborn One, — he said, — before I and the spectators congratulate you on your victory and I hand you the well-deserved reward, is there anything you would like to say before all these people?

Orcs aren't her thing.

Is her thing minotaurs? :D

Shushuk goes to the Rat's Lair. He asks about the missing man and the province of Eisvarhen.

The bald man stroked his chin. "Forty thousand for this information."

-- Yes, I want to believe that someday... -- the dejected Erephir leaves the arena and heads to the tavern, where she orders a shot of something strong. She has never drunk anything strong before, but now is the time.
Nozenrotka sits down at a table, downs the drink in one gulp, then puts her head on the table and quietly sobs.
"To think, and what kind of wandering knight am I? Or a monster hunter? How did I perform in the arena? Sometimes I can't calculate the strength... Look, even that archer, the Satyr, was afraid to fight that crazy thing. And sometimes I don't have enough strength and skills to defeat the opponent... What kind of warrior am I? The most unlucky warrior in the world."

“You are exaggerating the importance of this tournament,” said Erefir, sitting at the table next to Artelix, his voice devoid of emotion.

Tirza nodded: - No matter how many arrows fly at you, no matter how many blows fate deals, you should not give up. You must bravely move forward in life, regardless of obstacles and hardships. They only temper us, making us better. So, inhabitants of Illinar, whatever you encounter on your life's path - never lose hope, even if it is the only thing you have left!
She felt a little awkward, inspiring people who might go to war against Teios. Nevertheless, even so, she believed that she was doing the right thing: some of the spectators, inspired, might open themselves up to the teachings of Elulu-Suen, and some might become worthy opponents on the battlefield. So, despite the awkwardness she felt, the awakened one spoke her words with complete confidence.

Erephir smirked. She didn't even notice her previous opponent when she arrived.
-- It's not about the tournament, it's about me...