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— Hi, Carmina, — Stefania smiled. — Same as everyone else: wandering through the underground, slowly getting freaked out by what's happening, wondering who lives here and how soon we'll end up on their dinner table. On the other hand, so much room for ideas!
The Knight of the Hearth knew all about Wind's passion for writing, and from the expression on her companion's face, she could easily guess that she was mulling over ideas for some story. Though the question is, if they don't get out, who's going to read it?
— Ah, screw it, — the girl, who had briefly drifted into her own thoughts, waved it off. — So, how are you doing?
- Hmm, hmm-m-m... That one-eyed cutie mentioned that in Izkazan, lava rivers flow right through the middle of the city. I'd like to take a look at them with at least one eye, and I think they could inspire you to write something special. I'm fine, I've already accepted that either we'll conquer the underworld, or it won't leave us alive.