“Tyrinn Aisvieg,” the stranger introduced herself, her eyes flashing slyly.

Valian liked this "slyness," no stiffness or pride.

-Very nice, Valiane Beakwua. Have we met anywhere?

- I doubt it, - the girl shook her head, looking back at Randall and smiling at him, - I just arrived in the kingdom, so Randall confused me with someone.

Fine. If she has something to hide, so be it, who is Valian to pry into other people's secrets? Especially for women? Save Gods! She does not need enemies, she has enough of them, it turns out.

Everything will unravel itself in time, if necessary.

-Will you show illusions?

Yes, you will, and...