Your movement along the planned route continues.

While the van moves along the planned path, you are lost in thought...

The vans are moving towards your destination along narrow forest roads in a south-west direction from the town of Ranelborg. In addition to the van in which you and other brothel employees are located, there is a van ahead, which contains props and personal belongings of the owner of the brothel. In this second van is the owner of the brothel "The Shaded Lantern" - gnome Kynth Gwyn. He explained to you that his personal presence is necessary for the quality organization of the event in this secluded forest mansion. In addition, the wagons are accompanied by a ten armed mounted mercenaries hired by the gnome Kynth Gwyn.

You remember the words that Kynth said to you a couple of hours before leaving the city of Ranelborg: “My dear friend Ulkin! This extremely profitable order requires me to carefully organize the entire process of this event! It is important for our well-being that this event is held at the highest level of quality and so that it satisfies the most demanding tastes of our aristocratic clients! Therefore, I will go to this forest mansion with you and other brothel employees."

Unpleasant thoughts trouble your mind. Bomur's words cast vague doubts into your mind.

You reflect on Bomur's words: "One plausible explanation for what Bomur said to me is that he is very jealous of me. He is jealous of my high popularity among the brothel clients, he is jealous of my friendly relationship with Kynth. Bomur probably just wants to exclude me participation in this lucrative business because he sees me as a person with whom he cannot compete in fair ways. Obviously, Bomur is afraid that I will get more and more profitable orders than him. He fears that most of the rich clients will use my services and refuse his services. That's why Bomur made up this absurd nonsense about a magical tattoo that supposedly makes me do whatever Kynth wants."

As the van moves, you look out the window and take in your surroundings, trying to distract yourself from the unpleasant thoughts that have arisen in your mind due to Bomur's words.

You look out the window and you see a peaceful landscape of a deep forest thicket: thickets of bushes, tall grass, spreading branches of trees that are covered with green foliage. You hear the sounds of grasshoppers chirping and beetles buzzing past your nose. You hear the distant murmur of water in some stream and the creaking of the wheels of wagons that drive along this small forest road.

You turn your face to the Minotaur Bomur and you ask him a question: “Let’s say that what you say about a magical tattoo is true. Then how do you explain the fact that such magical practices are clearly illegal? After all, the methods of using magical art are strictly controlled by the laws of the Kingdom of Orlania. Slavery is also strictly limited by Orlanian laws: slavery is possible only by a court verdict, and the **** trade in the territory of the Sacred Kingdom of Orlania was prohibited 50 years ago. How do you explain the fact that in the city of Ranelborg there is an open brothel, the owner of which uses these magical tattoos that suppress the will?

Bomur grins and answers you: "The explanation is simple: many phenomena and personalities in our world do not obey the requirements of the law. If someone very rich and influential wants to get increased profits or exotic pleasure, then the law goes to hell. That's all."

You look into the grinning face of the minotaur Bomur.

You think: “Everything is clear to me. He doesn’t have any arguments. He doesn’t have a single piece of evidence. He only has baseless speculation. It’s obvious that he’s lying.”

You turn to the side and you look out the window again.

You're thinking, "Okay, I'll try to ignore Bomur's idiotic nonsense. I'll continue to work at this lucrative job. After all, this job is quite convenient for me. Besides, I'm lucky that I work with such a friendly person as Kynth. He's a good guy , who has always been my friend. Let Bomur's intrigues fall into a cesspool with shit!"

You spent the rest of the day in silence. In the evening, your van approached a secluded wooden mansion, which rose on a small hill in the middle of the forest.