- Why don't you sneeze?

Harriet smirks contentedly.

- I wear an amulet against a cold, so this misfortune does not affect me!

Trist shrugs his shoulders, looking at her reproachfully.

-Val, every time I get into this shop, I throw an air filter on myself, I thought you do the same, in fact, not the first time, you are in this bedbug.

- Up to this point, everything somehow managed, - Val presses the handkerchief to his nose, - Harriet, let me teach you a cleaning spell? Even a small artifact of power will pull this spell, and you will get rid of these dusty dunes!

- Come on,...