Posts from Donar Darkwind (Naver Leengard)

There were three scholars there. One of them was busy with papers, and the other two were reading books.

The donor knocked on the wall several times to get the attention of the developers, and then explained the essence of his problem.

–Yes, of course,– replied the one who was busy with papers. –But first, I’ll register you.
He took a sheet of paper and a pen.
–Your name? What is your relationship to the aforementioned humanoids? What is the purpose of your search?

“Donar Darkwind,” he introduced himself, feeling that using his old family name was the best approach, “I’m looking for my brother and sister, Lipskar and Gerda Darkwind.”

--Ah, family ties? -- Daskalos made a note. -- Well, then I have no more questions, -- he walked over to the box labeled "D" and began to rummage through it. -- Darkwind, Gerda. There's a record of her arrival in Lefkopolis, and a record of her departure from Lefkopolis. But there are no more records, which is strange, considering how much time has passed... Either she didn't visit any other cities, at least not major ones, or she somehow left the country. Ah, there's another possibility: Symmachia. Since we no longer control that area, it's possible she went there. Now I'll check Lipskar Darkwind, -- he rummaged through the box a little more. -- Yes, the same thing.

Donar sighed heavily. It would be surprising if everything turned out to be so simple. — Tell me about Simmachia, what kind of place it is, and how to get there.

--Simmachia is a mountainous plain in the north of the peninsula. Not long ago, wanderers, with the permission of the Katas government and in exchange for certain benefits, established a city-state there, not only for wanderers, but also for representatives of other peoples. Recently, the place has become popular; perhaps your brother or sister has also gone there.

— A city of wanderers? — Darkwind chuckled, then became slightly more serious. — Thank you for the information.
I wouldn't be surprised if I had to travel the whole world in search of these two vagrants, only to find their cold bodies in some city of wanderers. In any case, there's no need to rush; we've been apart for over ten years, and a few days won't make much difference.
Donar tossed a silver coin in the air, and if it lands on heads, he will continue the search immediately and head to Simmachia; if it lands on tails, he will spend a day in Lefkopolis, enjoying himself and resting after the long sea voyage, and will only continue his journey the next day.

Heads.

— *Well...* — Donar placed a coin in its usual spot, and then his gaze fell upon the familiar marble structures. — *Perhaps this wasn't the best idea after all. I doubt the people here know how to have a good time.* The bored paladin decides to explore the religious buildings.

The Dascalos had many religions, but paganism, a unique, national one, was prevalent among them. So, you could visit one of the many temples and exchange a few words with the local priests.