Chapter 11. The thief is the waiter.
Zorka returned to his room after enjoying the hot spring. He changed into clothes the inn's servant bought for him. Time for dinner. But something felt off.He checked the room, "Oh, damn! My gold coin pouch is gone!" Zorka cursed loudly.Remembering when he went for a hot spring bath, he was sure he locked the door. Zorka grunted. Trying to telepathically connect with Azurks, he said, "Azurks, my gold coin pouch is missing. Seems someone entered my inn room. They might have a spare key. Can you find out who did it?"Azurks, busy gnawing on a thorned bison monster, nonchalantly replied, "There's a way. Well, you were careless. Humans can't be trusted, especially when it comes to gold.""Actually, I'm not sure you need my help, Zorka. You probably already have a hunch about who took your coins, right?" Azurks greedily devoured a piece of meat."Ah, turns out you can read my mind," Zorka chuckled."Of course, kiddo! Besides, this is something your soul can handle on its own. Why do you
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