Meanwhile, downstairs at the table, the staff of the tavern slowly recovered from the shock and cold. Fear from new guests gave way to hunger, they were no longer afraid.
Hunger has dulled alertness! They all sat with the chef and ate baked meat, washed down with strange juice. Thanks to this, they quickly warmed up from the inside, all their worries and fears were gone. The owner of the tavern, himself a former adventurer, after losing an arm and a leg, took the same colleagues at work, sick and poor, to him.
They could no longer earn a living, risking themselves. Injuries made themselves felt and they did not make savings. We lived in one day. If it were not for the owner of the tavern Fang, they would have been forced to live on the street, enduring cold and hunger. Fang did not abandon his old comrades, gave shelter and work. He, unlike his comrades, had good armor and a magic sword. Having sold which, he managed to buy a small village tavern. Providing themselves and their friends with disabilities food, a roof over their heads, warm in winter and cool in summer. They lived in abundance but not luxury.
On cold or rainy nights, the veterans of adventurers had severe pain in their joints, bones, and nerves inflamed. They kept the pain in check. And by morning everything was gone. This is how they lived for the last 7 years. This cold was somehow strange and terrible. Somewhere else. On another planet.
A whole empire of dark ice, their factories and towers of magic melted in an instant. All dark knowledge was erased from the heads of the magicians. No one else in the empire of dark ice, and indeed on the entire planet, the world, remembered that there were such magicians. Everything was erased from their memory. The guardian spirits of another world could only bite their logs from the fact that the fat man changes their plans for a cruel game with people. The guardian spirits of the world have forgotten that they are only observers and not the rulers of the world, that the Creator of the worlds is one.
Now they were sitting in their world control center and drinking tea and buns, but they could no longer go out and somehow influence the world and people. Have been sealed. In the tavern, the stuck adventurers lay in a layer on the floor, unable to move. Their useless weapons were frozen in frost. But the plus was that now the floor was warm and it was comfortable to lie on it. The old men drank unusual juices and ate soft meat.
Amazingly, all their old wounds and injuries stopped hurting at that moment. They did not yet realize that the gouged out eyes, the cut faces, the torn off legs and arms, the crippled internal organs were completely renewed and grew. The old ailments have come to the fore. Brains brightened.
The juices were difficult from berries from the gorge of monsters - they restored vital energy, regenerated the lost cells of any creature, gave strength and clarity of mind. Berries grown on the blood of super class monsters.
These were unique health elixirs.
Nobody even knew about them, they never existed in another world. Alchemists and healers, magicians and priests did not know about such berries. So even emperors and kings, rich and famous, could not get such a medicine as simple laborers. Unexpectedly, in winter, having found such a magical gift. Only because their chef decided to cook meat in winter. No one knew that it would attract the attention of an amazing wizard. But they didn't know yet that all their diseases were healed! The chef relished the meat, pouring them with three different juices and thought about how to make a sauce from them, came up with new meat recipes! He left for his culinary world, forgetting about everything.
Outside, meanwhile, the snowmen camped. They peeped through the windows of the tavern, drooling from their mouths. But they did not dare to enter the tavern where the fat man was heading. Probably sensing their hunger, Dara waved his hand and large braziers appeared on the street on which the meat of a monster snake was fried with a little seasoning of salt and medicinal herbs. Hoping that among the snow giants there were their own cooks. Nearby were large jugs of five-berry juice.
A choice of white giants. They were glad of such an unexpected treat, emitting triumphant cries, from which all nearby monsters were huddled in the cracks. Afraid to stick out my nose. Jubilation reigned in the street. The reflections of the brazier's fire were beautifully reflected in the small windows of the tavern on the first floor. In fact, the tavern's perimeter security was provided. On the second floor, Fang could not recover from joy, he was again a healthy person, he had a leg and an arm.
Dara, giving him time to recover, struck a bargain. When the fat man left, going downstairs, Fang was sitting on the carpet drinking juice, a happy smile flashed on his face. Since then, his life and his people have been in peace and contentment.
Dara received his personal chef in the other world, having installed the gate of movement on the second floor at Fang.