- Eon, I'm going home, nothing threatens me there.

***

The door had just closed behind Eoneirner and Valian when Corlaf rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he looked after them, his eyebrows raised expressively, and he shook his head disapprovingly.

“A pitiful sight,” Itilgid summed up for him.

- Doesn't he understand that he's in flight? That's what people say.

Korlaf woke up from contemplating the door, repeating:

-Sorry sight. After all, he will send him, and he himself will be to blame.

-For work, we remember everything we know about everyday life, and then we go to the tavern!

***

-You can go now.

Val stopped in front of...