Rhemic Empire (2)

Nano laughed at the sight of the elf and lizardman's performance.
“I’m so sorry! If you could see yourselves from the outside right now,” she said, catching her breath and smoothing her hair.

“I don’t think this is the time for conflicts. I suggest we get to know each other instead, and also find Mr. Asparagus.”

“Nano,” she nodded and smiled. “And this is Denim and Beretta. And you… Oh yes, you were in the amphitheater!”
She looked around at everyone present.
“Hmm… And you and you. And you. Yes, and you, you had that daring song. Unfortunately, I don’t remember your names,” she shrugged. “But the rest of the gentlemen and ladies are completely unknown to me.”
She made a thoughtful circle around the hall, checking her pockets.
“There’s really no need to be nervous; the prince probably just wants to play. And we’ll have to use our wits to do it.”
She stopped in the northeastern part of the hall, trying to determine what the darkness before her was – a hole in the floor leading to the lower level, or did the architect, Reisen Reim, simply forget to finish building the wall here and left a gateway to the void?
“So many people who don’t know each other, and they all look like mercenaries from different groups. The prince snaps his fingers, and the little people scurry around. Not bad, Mr. Asparagus, my respects.”