You and Oolok are about to head back to the pub. But along the way, something happens to you...

The half-orc's story about his past and his parents made an impression on you and gave rise to some conflicting feelings in your mind.

On the one hand, you think that Oolok showed trust in you (one might even say a certain sentimentality), since he told you too personal information about himself. In addition, the very fact that he helps you in your dangerous situation speaks of his friendliness towards you. However, there are other factors that make you realize that you will enjoy traveling in the company of the half-orc Oolok. You remember the night you spent with this half-orc in the prison of the city of Skelweerd: you feel a pleasant warmth in the bottom of your stomach, your anal hole begins to pulsate slightly with pleasure.

On the other hand, you feel sad that the information about this half-orc's life only confirms his marginal status in society and the almost complete lack of positive prospects for his life. You realize that, by the standards of the surrounding society, Oolok is a dirty and poor scum that will never be able to rise from the bottom of society. Oolok is a marginal creature even in the local criminal community of the city of Skelweerd. After all, Oolok himself told you that he is no longer a member of the influential criminal organization of the city of Skelweerd, which he calls the term “thieves guild”.

You think bitterly: “What the hell... I found myself in an extremely dangerous situation. Due to some mysterious reasons, some elven magicians and assassins are hunting me. And the only creatures who are going to provide me with any help are representatives of the social bottom like the half-orc Oolok. Or the bartender Franz, who gives me goosebumps. Of course, I am glad that at least someone wants to help me. But I need to remain vigilant and careful... There is never a guarantee that behind the words about friendliness and mutual assistance there is no selfish calculation hidden..."

You are trying to distract yourself from sad thoughts.

You ask the half-orc Oolok: “In addition to weapons, is there also armor in this cache?”

Oolok replies: “Old iron chain mail... Not a very good thing. But it's better than nothing. I had to sell the helmet a couple of years ago to pay off some debts.”

You see how Oolok takes out an iron chain mail from a hiding place. He puts this old iron chain mail on his muscular body. Then he takes a dirty cloth shirt from his bag and he puts this shirt on his body over the chain mail in such a way that the chain mail becomes invisible to an outside observer.

You then see Oolok packing the sword into his backpack. He wraps dirty rags around the hilt of his sword, so that outside observers cannot realize that there is a weapon in his backpack. Oolok then puts his backpack on his back.

So, the goal has been achieved: Oolok has taken his things from the hiding place. Now you and Oolok can leave this unpleasant place.

You and the half-orc Oolok are moving away from this smelly and rusty sewer grate. You are walking through the dirty streets of this outlying urban slum. This time you hardly encounter any passers-by.

Suddenly, ahead of you on your way, which runs along a deserted and dirty street, you see some silhouette of a short creature (its height is clearly shorter than the average dwarf). The Creature sits on the cobblestones near one of the huts on the edge of the street. You and the half-orc Oolok continue to walk down the street and you slowly approach this creature. As you come closer, you see that this creature is dressed in dirty cloth pants, a torn fabric shirt, and a gray cloak with a hood. You notice an important feature - there are no shoes on his feet, the soles of his feet are covered with a small layer of fur.

You understand that this creature is a halfling.

You knew something about such creatures. Quite a long time ago you interacted with some halfling travelers in a tavern. Halflings (otherwise called “hobbits”; in addition, some wilder tribes of halflings have other self-names) are not very numerous and not very widespread inhabitants of the continent of Daveron. Halflings do not have their own state. The most civilized of the halflings live in large cities in the west of the continent. The less civilized halflings live in nomadic tribes that roam the forest or steppe areas of the western part of the continent. Distinctive features of halflings: height below the average height of a dwarf, the pupils of the eyes have a horizontal shape, the soles of their feet are covered with a small layer of fur. Halflings are typically known for their speed of movement and agility.

The halfling throws back his hood and you see his smiling face: round ears, a small curly chestnut-colored beard, curly brown hair on his head, a large nose resembling a potato, and light yellowish eyes. And an important feature: the pupils of his eyes are not round. His pupils are horizontal in shape. Like some goat.

You also notice a small dryer on the sling that is thrown over the halfling's shoulder. The palm of his left hand rests on this bag as if the halfling is going to soon take something out of this bag.

The halfling looks towards the half-orc Oolok and says: “What an unexpected meeting! I'm so glad to see you, friend Oolok! Do not rush! We should talk a little..."

You and Oolok stop about 7 meters in front of the halfling.

Oolok looks sullenly at the halfling and says in a loud voice: “What the fuck do you want, Glendo? I, along with my half-elven friend, will soon leave this quarter of the city...”

The halfling continues to smile, but you sense something unpleasant in his smile. In addition, you are embarrassed by the impudent look of his eyes, which he directs either at Oolok or at you. You understand that Oolok is familiar with this halfling and for some reason this fact does not evoke positive emotions in you.

Halfling Glendo gestures with his right hand to an old black leather glove that hangs from Oolok's belt.

Glendo says: “You were very wise to avoid potential problems that could have arisen from the locals. These poor and hungry ragamuffins could very well take advantage of their numerical advantage and try to rob you or your half-elven friend. The Shadowblades gang sign clearly helped you avoid such misunderstandings. There are just some nuances in this situation...”

Oolok growls menacingly and says: “What kind of fucking nuances?!”

Glendo continues to say: “Most local residents clearly do not know that you have not been a member of the Shadowblades gang, which is the most powerful gang in our fair city, for over a year now. However, more knowledgeable persons are aware of your current status. In particular, I know that you are currently not related to the Shadowblades gang. Or do you prefer to call this venerable organization, which is the most powerful gang in the city of Skelweerd and controls the port quarter of the city, with the pretentious term “thieves guild”? However, it doesn't matter. Do you know what matters now, Oolok? What matters is that, besides me, my friends also know about your actual status..."

After these words from the halfling, you noticed the silhouettes of large persons coming out of the dark alleys in your direction.

A large human man comes out of the left alley, wearing torn leather pants, a dirty vest and old worn leather boots. In the hands of this human man you see a spear whose length reaches about two meters. The sharp iron tip of the spear glistens slightly in the sunlight, the human man's face is covered with scars and stubble, his nose is crooked (this is clearly a consequence of past fights), on the human man's arm just below the shoulder you see a black tattoo in the shape of a gallows-tree.

A large male half-orc comes out of the right alley, wearing dirty cloth pants and worn-out shoes. In the hands of this half-orc you see a large wooden club. The striking part of this club has sharp metal spikes. This male half-orc's face and bare chest are covered in scars. On his arm just below the shoulder you can see a black tattoo in the shape of a gallows tree.

You also notice the silhouettes of two men on the roof of one of the huts, which is located ahead along your path at a distance of about fifteen meters from you. You take a closer look and realize with fear that these two guys are armed with small crossbows.

All these observations did not remain a secret for Oolok. He looks at the guys coming out of the alleys, as well as those who have taken a position on the roof of the hut ahead.

Oolok turns to the halfling and says to him in a threatening tone: “What the fuck do you want, Glendo? I'm not really a member of the thieves guild. But my mother's brother is still a member of this organization. I think your gang of Gallowguys won't want to get in trouble because you kill me."

Halfling Glendo replies: “We have no claims against you, Oolok. You didn't rob on our territory. But we have a lucrative order for this half-elven guy who is now next to you. Judging by the description, he is the one we need: fiery red hair, emerald green eyes, a slender effeminate figure, a beautiful hairless face like a young whore... So, you can go where you were going, Oolok. And the half-elf will remain with us. We'll talk to him a little..."

You listen to this conversation and your consciousness is increasingly filled with fear. These local bandits probably want to kill you. Apparently, your mysterious enemy seeks to eliminate you from the world of the living by any means: both by using magic and by bribing ordinary criminal killers. You almost start to panic.

While Glendo the Halfling is talking, you are thinking, “What should I do now!? These bandits have a clear numerical superiority! There are five of them! And I'm not sure that the half-orc Oolok will risk his life and start fighting now! What will I do if Oolok just goes away and leaves me to my own devices!”

You frantically feel for the hilt of your elven dagger, which is in a small sheath on your belt.