I gently pulled my hand away. He nodded his head and left the office. Strange Day. Aralia came up in the corridor and took his hand.
– What are you doing? – I asked in surprise. She used to avoid me.
“I wanted to take your hand.” Otherwise you'll get lost. You're new to this world. I am responsible for you. Let's go to the guild.
The lady's voice became supple and gentle. The anger is gone. Miracle mask. Miracle potion. A girl and a boy who were playing on the stairs noticed the changes and began to scream.
– Bride and groom. Tili-tili dough.
To my surprise, Aralia did not remove her hand. The dwarf lady winked at me at the entrance. Appearance means a lot here. Just like in my world.
The streets were busy. People were fussing and pushing. There are a lot of pickpockets here. I noticed several of them myself. In dark hoods. The small knives on their belts glowed green. It's probably poison. Although it could be something else. This world is very different from mine. Temples of Light were everywhere. Monks in white robes sang chants, collecting donations into bowls on their hands. Others dressed in black called for prayers. “Ask the goddess Sveta for forgiveness. She is kind and will drive away the evil creature. Goddess of evil. A curse on her head." These are the fools. There are no gods here. There is devastation and poverty everywhere.
– Let's go to this store. We need to buy you a weapon. Otherwise you walk around as if naked. – The eagle lady said laughing and took me to a store with a sign “Magic weapons and items”. In this mask I began to read their letters. I didn’t understand how. He took off his mask. Again, unclear symbols. Allotment. I can read. Lovely mask.
The twenty-meter store was beautiful. Silk carpets and magical weapons are everywhere. Pictures of battles from different eras. From primitive ones with spears and arrows to magical ones with staves and flying dragons with riders. An elderly half-human man with donkey ears and the same teeth and glasses approached us.
– Welcome to my store. I am the Eagle owner. What you need? Let me guess. “He looked intently at the lady. -You need blades. You are one of the werewolf eagles. Your race is dexterous, but weak in magic. Look at these blades. “He pulled out two blades from behind the counter, obviously expensive ones. With precious stones and glowing red pulsating light. – They are fiery just right for you. It's also a good idea to buy armor. Here I have one for you. – He deftly took out the chain mail. Thin and light. – This is chain mail made from dmerite ore. The lightest thing in the world. But very durable. – Seeing the lady’s interest, he continued. – Only two hundred gold for everything.
– Thirty. – The lady said, trying on the chain mail and holding the blades in one hand. She handled them very quickly.
– Fourty.
– It's coming. “He took the payment and turned to me. – I’ll offer you a young man in a mask. Oh, this is the first time this has happened. You can't be read. And my vision ability is not working. Strange. You are not an ordinary traveler.
– It’s better for you not to know. – I said and winked. The words of the magician Toren must be fulfilled. At least for now she will help me, in finding options to return home. – Show everything. Maybe I'll pick something up.
– Your outfit is very strange. I have never seen such fabric. Lightweight but durable.
