- You heard what he said: goschu.

-I asked something else.

I walk over to the table, leaning on the tabletop with my hands. Trist looks at me with incomprehensible amusement and barely suppresses a smile.

-Trist, I came to you for answers and I'm not in the mood to answer questions. Why are you smiling at all?

He shrugs.

-Nothing if you're just visiting. But I asked how serious you are with him? I'm not asking him, I'm asking you.

-What if it's not easy?

The elf leans on the table, resting his chin on his hand, looking at me with a look of bliss. Did his girlfriend hit...