State of the Tarnowian Marketplace

17th July 1574 late night/very early morning

After dealing with the mercenaries, it was finally time to go to the marketplace and send the signal to the ships so that our supplies could arrive. Yet as if nothing could go my way beside shedding the blood and wasting my now limited funds on the money we had to use to do so, rather than welcoming us back to the city that was inf act, my personal property, the moment I stepped inside the firing range of the buildings, I heard someone's loud voice calling me to stop!

"Dot not make a single step further! I don't care who sent you, but this place is off-limits for all the war parties!"

While initially, I thought that with such spontaneous reaction it might be a bit problematic to enter the city, but hearing the familiar voice from the building, I couldn't help but smirk.

"Pavlo, is that you?"