- Good health, Valian! Madha asks her, his back to her. "How's my dark sparkle?"

Valian stopped guessing how she did it, that is, finding out who showed up at her dry-cleaning laundry without looking at him. It's all the fault of the orc's sharp scent. He helps her to have eyes on her back.

"It's all right," she replies, smiling. - And how are yours?

- Mine go and do not know worries.

Madha turns to her, grabs the receipt, and leans against the counter to look Valian straight in the eye.

“I haven't seen a smiling elf for a long time,” the orc shaman says, studying her with...