e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
-- Hey, why so little? -- Stavros complained, -- Bring more beer.
August looks at Stavros with apprehension and says uncertainly:
-Yes, more beer!
After eating and taking a few sips of beer, which Kirikosu didn't like, he decided to leave the tavern and look for a shop or a church.
the shops don't resemble themselves
-W-w-well, I don't know - August immediately lost his enthusiasm and shrank.
Evgeny shrugged.
-- It's as if you want to make money from this, that's why you're talking like that.
Kirikos tries to remember what he knows about Madi-Latu and examines the temple. If it's open, he enters.
- It's not just about the money! I want to prove to my grandfather that I'm not a failure!
If I were creating a fantasy setting, I would introduce a group of thieves and criminals, perhaps in a tavern or brothel...