We were planning to, but we didn't confirm our participation.
The elf who worked at "Spectrum" wrinkled her nose and didn't hesitate to express her complaints to Lyroy about his smell.
- In the name of magic! - she exclaimed, pinching her nose with her hand. - Do you work in a crematorium? Everything smells terrible. Buy what you need quickly and leave!
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers