We were late for the build. When they showed up at the training ground, the militants and illusionists were already standing opposite each other, and our curator cut through the parade ground between them like a black swan. When she saw us, she stopped and smiled mockingly:

- Yes, really.

Yeah. This is us. I glanced at the guys. They must have a version in store to explain our tardiness?

The shippers were silent.

Here, forever, all the most difficult and unbearable falls on the fragile female shoulders!

- Sorry! Took a long time to get dressed! I reported cheerfully, already anticipating the head-washer performed by the junior paladin Latar....