We find ourselves in the corridor of his apartment, with a red armchair standing alone and a high coat rack leaning against it.

“Is that so, then?! Here is the free elf of Elandil!”

Spheirat releases me from his hands, I step back from him, not yet fully recovered.

He! He! He!

I can't find the words to describe what happened!

Yes, he just kidnapped me! Sat in a cozy company, got to know each other! It was a good idea with Trist, his observation and analytical mindset, but he just didn’t imagine that!

-What the hell are you doing?!

- I should have taken you home!

- You shouldn't...