История Королевы Эльфов / The story of the Elf Queen: Глава пятнадцатая. Первое приключение Героя Королевы Эльфов

Chapter Fifteen. The First Adventure of the Hero of the Elf Queen

Camrad_RIP 22.04.25 в 12:27

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Camrad_RIP 22.04.25 в 12:26

The Portal Complex, through which Cyril had arrived in White Harbor, was located on a decent-sized rocky hill on the outskirts of the city, beyond which the Forest began. And it had a great view of White Harbor, which was, no fool, impressive. The city was of a pretty decent size. Of course, not even close to Moscow, but by local standards, quite impressive. There was also a very beautiful view of the Elven Bay from the hilltop. Kirill could even distinguish distant forested mountains on the opposite shore. The young man with his maids deliberately stayed on the platform in front of the portal complex, admiring the view.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 12:31

And Gata and Armina, who had been to White Harbor before, willingly answered his questions. First, as it is not difficult to guess, Cyril was interested in the harbor. Huge in size, formed on the one hand by a natural promontory, deeply embedded in the bay, and on the other hand by a good-quality artificial embankment with powerful fortress walls going on top of them, it could accommodate dozens, or indeed, hundreds of ships of different appearance and size. There were small fishing boats, and a couple of real giants, not inferior in size to the cruise liners of the native Earth. And made any Earth experts of copromatism smash their heads against the wall in a fit of impotent rage. Because a ship of that size, built of wood, can't move on the open sea without falling apart on the first waves.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:10

The largest of the ships in the harbor was nine stories high with its masts. It looked more like a floating palace than a seagoing vessel, both in size and luxury. Its numerous decks and superstructures were lavishly decorated with carvings, reliefs, and painted in red and gold colors. Even the huge sails, which were now furled, were bright red. How much this marvel had cost was even frightening to imagine. And this ship came from the Eastern or Rising Empire, explained Gata to Cyril. The young man, thanks to his tiara, which had the functions of binoculars, could see it very well, as well as feel a huge amount of magic, literally impregnating it. Indeed, a natural floating palace, Cyrill commented on this giant. Gata nodded in agreement and confirmed that it was. This ship is indeed considered the maritime residence of the plenipotentiary representative, or as they prefer to say, the “Voice of the Emperor of the Rising”. And just like his residence on the shore within the city limits, this ship is considered a territory of the Eastern Empire.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:49

Against the background of this giant, which stood at a separate wharf surrounded by much smaller but similarly styled ships, the harbor had a considerable number of sailing ships more familiar to Cyril. They resembled the European ships he had seen in movies, paintings, and history books. There were whole flotillas, under the common flags of various Free Cities, Trading Houses, Guilds, and individual ships. There were also quite exotic ships in the harbor. For example, an entire wharf was occupied by a flotilla of boats that resembled classic canoes. Without masts and sails, and even without oars, they were about thirty meters long and six meters wide.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:12

Their sides were painted with intricate and colorful designs forming complex ornaments and patterns, and along the top of each canoe were rows of masks of varying appearance and size. In them, as well as in the patterns, even from such a distance, one could distinguish magic, of varying degrees of power, but not familiar to Cyril. No classical weaves. Instead, the young man, looking at the canoe with magical vision, several times distinguished vague shadows of strange creatures sliding along the sides, literally imbued with one element or another. Mostly, as far as he could make out, water or air. Clearly shamanic practices.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:12

The masks, most likely, served as dwellings for the spirits that protected the ships. At first glance, they caused Cyril to associate them with African ones, seen on TV and the Internet on his native Earth. And, as it turned out, these associations had a basis. This merchant fleet came from Ngabo-Ckhele, a city located in the southwest of the southern continent, in the delta of the great river Gnmala. Those lands were inhabited by various black peoples, often at odds with each other. These ships belonged to one of the most powerful and wealthiest rulers of the Khotta people, the ruler of Ngabo-Khele, the River King, Khonga-Mbao. Or rather, they did not belong to him personally, but, as they used to say, traveled under his hand.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:15

There was a considerable number of ships in the harbor, also occupying a separate wharf, resembling catamarans in appearance. They, too, were of various sizes, including several quite large ones. The largest, with a solid superstructure over the deck, had four boat bases, was forty meters long, and about fifteen meters wide. In his magical vision, it glowed perceptibly from the numerous weaves that formed the whole. Cyril strongly suspected that without them, such a ship would not be able to sail properly. However, he was not the only one.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:24

These catamarans, as Gata explained to Cyril, came from the Gem Cities, located on the continent beyond the Southeastern Seas. Specifically, on its northern coast, because the rest of it, as Cyril remembered from Diantrel's lectures, was very poorly developed and represented the classic Wildlands. These cities were called Gem Cities because the first had been founded in places where various gems had been mined before the rise of the Rising Empire. Since then, many centuries have passed, many of the mines have long been exhausted or depleted, some cities have fallen into decline or disappeared altogether, swallowed up by their neighbors, others, on the contrary, have flourished in places where no stones were mined, but the common name has stuck to them.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:25

There were also galleys in the harbor, as if they had come from a history book of Ancient Greece or Ancient Rome. They, too, occupied a separate wharf and noticeably differed in size. There were relatively small ones with one row of oars, and there was a huge ship with five rows, the length of which was only slightly inferior to the floating palace of an envoy of the Emperor of the Eastern Empire. But in luxury of finish, it did not seem to surpass it. In any case, there was more gilding shining in the sun. The second color of all the galleys in the harbor was green. Green color was also a carved figure in the form of a dragon's head, which decorated each of them on the bow. And, as Gata explained to Cyril, it was a very specific dragon.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:26

Quarinis Killing Wave was a green dragon, a Great Serpent, who earned his nickname for his mastery of an element not commonly used by dragons - water. It was not that he poured boiling water on his enemies instead of fire, but that he could skillfully direct his power to create destructive waves capable of drowning entire fleets or sweeping away cities from the coasts. Provided, of course, that the latter didn't fight back at all, the cat lady added.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:27

This green dragon was the ruler of Azlanth, located on the southeastern coast of the Southern Continent, where the Great Jungle spread out. It was the only, and therefore the richest and largest, seaport of the lizardmen. Its favorable location in the delta of the Czeertha River allowed it to conduct river and sea trade all year round. All goods that traveled to the cities of the lizardmen and their fire-breathing overlords by sea from the east passed through it. Just like all the goods that traveled from the Mediterranean region through the Lizard lands to the east. The transit trade alone brought the ruler of Azlanth a great deal of money, and on top of that, the city had excellent seafood and food production in the many flooded fields of the delta. The city also developed the production of fabrics. Again, from local raw materials.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:33

And all these riches the mighty green dragon did not hoard in his cave, but invested in the development of his city. First of all, to create a powerful military and merchant fleet. During the lectures, the mentor had mentioned this topic, and now Gata reminded Cyril. Not so long ago (by the standards of elves), this city of lizards was attacked by one of the fleets of the Island Kingdom, but without the participation of their flagship. Whether by the grace of Calisto, or by skillful calculation and agent work, or both, the islanders managed to guess the moment when the winged ruler was not in the city, and to strike. At any rate, they had gotten to the lizard shores of the Middle Sea precisely by the grace of the Lady of the Seas, who had moved their fleet by her own miracle. What particularly infuriated the dragon, who rushed back, was that the islanders who had raided the city had managed to escape by the miracle of the sea goddess, taking with them a considerable amount of booty.

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The Great Serpent had managed to repay them with skillful curses, or they had already laid on the stolen valuables as “insurance”. These details the catwoman did not know. But many people had heard about the fact that quite a few of the raiders had paid for that seemingly successful raid with their lives. As well as the fact that ever since then, Quarinis had been burning with a fierce hatred for the island followers of Calisto and had commanded his lizards to sink any of their ships. This is largely why he went to such lengths to build his own fleet. He had even begun to develop closer ties with the Forest in recent years. There was no question of a full-fledged alliance, but trade and business relations had warmed considerably, according to Gata.

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And of course, against the background of all these numerous ships stood out the elven fleet. The White Fleet of the Forest, to be exact. Its ships were all made of white wood, and all of them were elegant and graceful, no matter whether they were military ships or merchant ships. The sails of all the ships were lush green. In White Harbor, they stood apart from all the other ships, occupying the space on the right side of the harbor as viewed from the hilltop of the Portal Complex. It was fenced off from the rest of the harbor by an additional breakwater wall running from the shore. The elven fleet, of course, had its own good stone wharves, a separate huge shipyard, and several docks. All of this was under the cover of a white stone fortress on the shore next to them and a tall, obviously magical, tower of the same white stone. It stood at the very edge of the natural promontory that formed the right edge of the harbor, at the very entrance to it. Thus, the magical tower controlled the entrance to the harbor, as well as all the ships within it.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:51

And all these innumerable ships of all kinds did not stand idle for the most part. Some were docking, some were sailing, some were unloading, and some were loading. Both manually and with the help of magic. Cyrill could see with the help of his diadem both powerful cargo golems and levitating platforms moving from the wharves back to the ships, and chains of dozens of porters handing each other boxes, which were then loaded onto carts. Outside, in Elven Bay, the ships were somehow even more numerous than in White Harbor. Alone stood in the roadstead, others were waiting their turn to come in, others appeared to be engaged in fishing or some other trade, and others, on the contrary, were already leaving the city. Some ships in the harbor were undergoing repairs or routine maintenance. Cyrill could clearly distinguish numerous swarms of newts and mermaids in the clear water, moving from one ship to another. According to Gata, they were cleaning the bottoms of the ships from all kinds of marine filth that had built up on them. And they did it quickly and efficiently enough.

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As far as Cyrill knew, it was also a constant headache for sailors on Earth. Here, as Gata had told him, ships also had the problem of ‘growing beards’, but usually small and medium-sized ships. Because a big ship is expensive. And if you can afford it, you can afford to enchant the bottom, or other methods of magical or alchemical protection. But the owners of small ships often preferred to use the services of fishmongers. As Gata had explained to Cyril, many coastal cities, including White Harbour, had their own Guilds, which were engaged in the water maintenance of ships, which was one of their main trades, along with the sea analogues of farming and cattle breeding. Or should we say fish farming?

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 13:44

The city itself was as impressive as the harbour and the bay, with its huge number of ships. From the hill where the Portal Complex was located, it was clearly visible that it had been built according to a clear urban plan, and not spontaneously, gradually and chaotically expanding. White Harbour was divided into Port, Guest, Residential, Trade and Elven parts, which were also called Forest. The Port part of the city, as it is easy to guess, was adjacent to the harbour and encompassed the whole harbour. It housed warehouses and all the infrastructure necessary to service such a huge number of ships. And also the navigation service, which was responsible for regulating their movement in and out of the harbour. It was located in a well-fortified lighthouse tower, which ended the artificial embankment wall that formed the left border of the harbour. The lighthouse tower stood directly opposite the magic tower, which was also of white stone. Together they formed a very beautiful architectural pair, especially when viewed from the high ground.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 13:45

If Cyril had a smartphone, he would have taken selfies against their background. In general, most of the buildings in White Harbor were, who would have thought, white. Well, or at least a light shade, which looked very beautiful. Especially considering the fair number of sprawling trees planted in the streets in all parts of the city. The latter, according to Gata, were not only for beauty, but if necessary, could act as another line of defense for the city, supporting the soldiers of the Sea, or Coast Guard. Their barracks were in the white fortress that covered the elven fleet from the shore. And of course, in the Port part, there was the elven equivalent of the Customs and Border Guard, which welcomed all arriving guests and checked what or who they brought with them.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:39

The guest part, when viewed from the elevated position, occupied the left side of the city and consisted of a dozen and a half walled quarters of varying size, height, and luxury. But also built strictly on a line, parallel-perpendicular. They housed the trade and diplomatic missions of the Lizards, the Eastern Empire, the Confederation, and other states of the lesser races. The first two were the largest and most luxurious, being natural palaces, albeit in very different styles. And all these representations were surrounded by another fortress wall, with moats and towers. It was built solely for the safety of the Forest's dear guests, of course, so that nothing would happen to them. And so that they wouldn't do anything foolish.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:40

The residential part of the city occupied its right side, if you looked at it from the high ground. It consisted of neat and tidy rows of white stone buildings with tiled roofs. Five stories high. Like the guest part, they were all lined up as if on a ruler and formed clear and straight parallel-perpendicular streets. They were inhabited, as Gata had told Cyril, by the inhabitants of White Harbor from among the younger races that had, in Earth terms, the citizenship of the Forest. Mostly human, but there were some beastmen as well. The same catgirl, she said, had distant relatives from her maternal grandmother's side of the family living in White Harbor. Armina also had relatives in the city, but even more distant, who had been involved in the sea service.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:41

Like the Guest part, the Residential part was surrounded by an adequate fortress wall, which formed both the outer boundary of the city and separated it from other parts. And within itself, it was also divided, but by smaller walls, into separate sectors. As Gata explained to Cyril, it was done for additional protection of the city, so that the enemy, if he managed to break through the outer line of defense, could not immediately seize the entire area. When the young man asked if White Harbor was often attacked, the maids shrugged their shoulders and said that in the history of the Forest, all sorts of things have happened, but the last really serious attack was a long time ago, as if not in the time of the last Great Horde.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:42

Between the Guest and Residential parts of the city was the Commercial part, which was the largest part of the city. And it was, to the young man's eyes, one very large shopping center, partly in the open air. Large and solid buildings, all lined up as if in a linear pattern, neighbored with squares of various sizes, some of which were lined with rows of small stalls. A couple of rather large buildings of obvious cultic purpose stood out against the background. The temples of the Oath Keeper and the Life Giver, Gatha explained to the young man. There was a long line for the former, as far as he could see from this distance. It was obvious that the services of this celestial were in great demand among the merchants.

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When Cyril asked if there were other temples in the city, the cat lady shook her head and answered that there were no temples. There are shrines of the Lady of the Seas, but they are all located on the territories of trade and diplomatic missions, given the strained relations between the elves and Calisto. And there is also the sanctuary of Lortan, Armina added unexpectedly, but it is not so easy to get into it, considering the main aspects of the patron saint of thieves and spies. Hearing this, Cyril immediately enquired: What was the situation with crime in the city? Somehow, he hadn't bothered to ask about it at the preliminary briefing. In response, both maids almost synchronously grudgingly grinned, but honestly answered that there were Lortan's followers in the city, but not many, as the elves strictly watched the order in the city. Most of the crime is committed by visitors from the lesser races, hoping to leave on their ships before the city guards, or worse, the elven guards, catch them.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 13:47

However, Gata added with a disgruntled face, some local thieves operate in White Harbour regularly. Not many, but all of them are highly skilled, which allows them to successfully hide from the city guards. Cyril grinned and replied that he would rather believe that they were successfully hiding because of the patronage of someone in the guard. The catwoman nodded in agreement and confirmed that the practice of recruiting really talented representatives of the underworld does take place. But after such recruitment, their activities are very strictly controlled. And Armina added, throwing a glance at the Guest part of the city, that it is much more likely to be patronised not by the city guards, but by someone from the lesser races. At any rate, the maids did not doubt that the same envoy of the Rising Empire had his lurkers. Otherwise, he would have been a very bad envoy, and the current Emperor of the East did not tolerate incompetent officials in such high positions.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 13:50

There was also a solid-sized stationary portal in the Trade Part. Its massive stone arch was only slightly smaller than the Arc de Triomphe in his native Moscow and slightly wider. It was separated from the rest of the city by a solid square wall, with powerful towers at the corners, and surrounded by a moat of water. It was like a separate fortress in the city. But at the same time, in the walls surrounding the portal, there were wide enough gates with good suspension bridges on the two opposite sides, which faced the front and back sides of the arch. They led out into two long and wide streets. Or rather, it was one straight and wide street stretching through the whole Trade Part, which was blocked by the fortifications surrounding the portal. At the moment, the gates were closed, the bridges were raised, and the portal itself was inactive, although Cyril's magical vision even from this distance distinguished the glow of the sleeping weaves in it. But one side of the street, which was closer to the harbour, was full of people. Nearly a hundred different carts loaded to the top with crates, barrels, whatnot, and hundreds, if not thousands, of attendants. All of them lined up, waiting for the portal to open. There was almost no one on the other side of the street.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 13:53

As Gata had explained to Cyril, stationary long-distance portals were not only an instantaneous travel option, but also a hell of a headache. Regular maintenance, scheduling of openings, and closings were not the easiest things to do. The elves had been diligently fine-tuning the mechanism of its operation for centuries, but still, there were regularly various minor or major glitches. It was urgent to change the point of movement, because it was necessary to send something somewhere in a hurry. Right now, immediately, otherwise it's a disaster! This inevitably shifts the work schedule, because of which there are delays, and no one likes delays, especially representatives of Trading Houses and Guilds that have paid for their passes in advance. Then there are some malfunctions at the exit point, and they can't receive the guests. Then the portal attendants do not coordinate the opening process with their colleagues, and the entry and exit points in the portal arches get mixed up. And it is good if they notice it in time, or it happens that hundreds of people rushing into the portal with laden carts collide head-on with the same crowd rushing towards them.

Camrad_RIP 02.05.25 в 12:58

What starts in these cases is hard to describe in decent words. Screaming, swearing, promises of every conceivable and unthinkable kar, including divine ones. This is aggravated by the fact that all city portals are always surrounded by at least some kind of fortifications. The portal is not only a very convenient means of instant long-distance travel, but also a threat of invasion. That's why, always and everywhere, there is inevitably a conflict between the desire to ensure maximum throughput, because time is literally money in this case, and the desire to protect themselves as safely as possible from potential uninvited guests. So, in case of collision of flows, it is very difficult to make up, which leads to crowding and crushing.

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 17:57

The last time it had happened in White Harbor was a long time ago, because the elves were very careful and strict about the operation of their portals. Because of that, according to the cat lady, many of the younger races preferred to use the White Harbor portal to travel between the eastern and western lands. Gata also added that for decades, there had been discussions about creating a pair of sea portals in Morgrave and White Harbor, so that entire ships could pass through them. The idea is extremely ambitious, but costly and complicated, as a sea portal is much more complex than a land portal. In addition, the recent islander raid on Morgrave has hurt these plans. But the Forest hasn't given up on them completely.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:46

Cyril looked at the Trade part of the city, where, despite the first half of the day, life was already in full swing, and there were crowds of humans and non-humans in the streets and squares. He turned his gaze to the Forest or Elven part of the city. It ran in a strip along Guest, Trade, and Residential, being farthest from the shore of the bay and partly going directly into the forest. Meaning forest, not Forest. Beyond it began a solid wall of huge centuries-old trees, partially growing in the Elven part of the city as well. About two dozen buildings of white stone, each of which was a masterpiece of architecture and pulled either a very large mansion or a small palace, were buried in a variety of greenery. Each building was surrounded by a separate wall, as were the representations of the lesser races, and another wall, the strongest and tallest in the city, surrounded the entire perimeter of the Forest Part.

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 17:59

This was the city's mayor's office, the offices of the Treasury and the Emissary Corps, as well as the barracks of the Forest Guard. And another magical tower, also built of light stone, but beige, not pure white, as the one that covered the entrance to the harbor and the elven fleet. The Portal Complex, through which Cyril and the girls arrived, was also located on the territory of the Elven Part, approximately in the center of it.

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After admiring the city a bit more, which was helped by the beautiful weather, Cyril turned to Gata and Armina and asked:

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:46

"Well then, shall we get started?"

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Both maids nodded in unison and replied:

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"As you wish, sir."

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On the hill in front of the Portal Complex, there was a platform, carefully paved with stone, from which a gentle serpentine road descended. Various cabmen were constantly on duty on this platform, bringing and taking away important guests. When Cyril came out of the gate, the woman who was ahead of him was just getting into a huge carriage, which could be a full-fledged bus. It was easy to guess how this marvel of engineering was pulled by only a couple of horses, albeit incredibly big ones, by looking at it with a magic vision. The entire carriage was literally shimmering with magical light. Among the dozens of weaves embedded in it, there must have been a couple that made it easier to move by reducing its weight. Or even by making the wheels spin on their own. Cyril wasn't sure, but as far as he could tell, the latter were obviously enchanted for more than just strength and durability.

Camrad_RIP 28.04.25 в 13:48

It is clear that such a miracle was an exception. Most likely waiting in advance for the lady (I wonder who she was?), the other vehicles waiting for passengers were much more modest against her background. Mostly, they were ordinary open-top carriages, the likes of which Cyirill met in the parks of his native city. All white, with green seats, they stood in straight rows while their drivers, all dressed in elegant dark green clothes, waited their turn to receive a client. As Gata whispered quietly to the young man, they were employees of the city's Transporters' Guild, from among the city's residents. But in addition to them, there were also a couple of rickshaws, with slanting drivers, and even a few palanquins, one of which was carried by two dozen porters in Caliphate garb. These vehicles, as cat lady explained, were the personal means of transportation of some of the city's guests, for which a separate, and not small, tax was paid. They were personal. The Elven-backed Transporters' Guild did not allow anyone else to be a commercial driver. A trio of foremen, all human, dressed in white and green robes, were on duty next to her cabmen. Looking at this picture, Cyrill thought that nothing is new under the Sun. Replace portals with airplanes, and carriages with cars, and you would get the same airport.

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When the young man had finished admiring the city, Armina approached the foremen and had a word with them. The eldest of them nodded to her, gave a short signal to one of the coachmen sitting on the seat of the last carriage drawn by a pair of horses, and he immediately drove up to Cyril, who was waiting a little away. As Gata had explained to him in advance, it would be somewhat... not that indecent, but rather out of character. When the coachman, a middle-aged man in impeccably clean dark green clothes, arrived at Cyrill's door, he immediately jumped down and opened the carriage door, standing in a bow.

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 18:02

Nodding slightly in response, Cyrill climbed inside with the girls. It wasn't that he couldn't open the door himself, but again, he had to keep up the image and the legend. If a young half-elf, obviously well-to-do and unambiguously gifted, WILLINGLY went to open the door to the carriage, it would cause legitimate surprise to everyone around. After all, in many respects, a class society, multiplied by the existence of magic, is not the Earth society of the twenty-first century. Though on the native Earth they would also be surprised to see a successful businessman, who arrived on a private plane, accompanied by a couple of escorts of model looks, personally dragging a heavy suitcase to a Bentley parked in a VIP-parking lot.

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 18:08

If Cyril had traveled as a vagrant without a normal clan and tribe, like many classic isekai, there would have been no questions. No, there would still be questions, just different ones. Where would a hobo get the money for a cabbie and an elite one? White, like the buildings of the city, the carriage was clean, literally scrubbed, and the seats, upholstered in soft green fabric, were spotless. There was no smell of horses, which also looked very well groomed, only a pleasant floral scent. Squinting his eyes and switching to magical vision, Cyrill immediately realized the reason: a pair of amulets on the horses, one for each of them, and another pair in the carriage doors.

Camrad_RIP 04.05.25 в 18:10

But that lady's carriage probably had air conditioning, a mini-bar, and even music.... Well, the presence of magic makes life in the medieval world very comfortable. For those who can afford it. Having made himself comfortable on the back seat of the carriage, Cyril gently embraced the maids who sat on the sides of him. At the same time, the young man mentally did not grimace, but... even difficult to say. He felt a certain discomfort. All his relatively adult life, he had disliked, and he couldn't stand, the golden youth, children of rich parents, who at his age drove around in cars that cost more than his parents could earn in a lifetime. And in the company of whores, pardon me, escorts, that for one night received more than his mother for a whole year. And now he's practically indistinguishable from them. Yeah...

Camrad_RIP 01.05.25 в 06:19

So, it's for the sake of the case, and in general, he has to stick to the legend, which was not his idea, but an intelligent experts from the Secret Guard of the elves! So there's nothing to complain about! While the young man was expressing his opinion to his own Conscience, the coachman, who had climbed back on the horses, asked politely in pure Elvish without the slightest accent:

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"Where would the gentleman like to go?"

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"The Trading Part."

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Nodding, the coachman touched the horses, and the carriage, to the clatter of their hoofs, rushed down the gently snaking road to the foot of the hill.

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"Does the gentleman wish to go to any particular place?" The man asked as they descended the hill and entered a very wide and beautifully paved street, which was shaded by sprawling, century-old trees.

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After exchanging glances with Gata, Cyrill shrugged and replied:

Camrad_RIP 26.04.25 в 07:08

"No, this is my first time in White Harbor. I want to see the city and relax."

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