Rasmus drank the luke warm beer in a rundown pub where townspeople gathered after a long day of labor. He changed his appearance that made him look like an ordinary person with Aider and Rullein at the table. They listened to the people's conversation, especially rumors about what was happening around Central Neva.
"We are doomed," a regular said as he slammed his jug on the table. "The future of humankind is doomed. The Holy Nation is a fake! The Magic Tower is taking a side with a fake Saint! War is happening everywhere! And soon we will be drafted to become a militia because of a damn war that's about to happen here!" He shouted, his cheeks were red, drunk from drinking too much.
