“Splendid one,” Tarrum bows in a dignified, noble bow.

- Tarrum! - Alvel rejoices at meeting him, - I haven’t heard about you for a long time! They say that recently someone almost sent you to the forefathers?

Larre gnashes his teeth, remembering the betrayal of a former friend. The Lord, not without bitterness, replies:

- As you can see, he is alive, although my doctor had to strain a little.

Alvel only lets out a laugh and waves his hand at him:

“No matter how many skins you take off, you’ll keep running,” Wingel complains, although he himself is by no means accustomed to sparing himself: sometimes the lord...