-Let's go see what they give in this barn!

I watched with interest the company of battle mages that lined up near the distribution, leaning, examining and sniffing the assortment of the institution.

- This is not a museum! You will take - take it! If not, then get out of here!

The voice of the dispenser rang out, suddenly loud and filled with poorly restrained indignation. Even from my seat, at the very end of the dining room, I could see the woman's angry face, which was covered with red spots.

She rested her hands on her tight hips and only did not threaten the elves with a spoon. ...