⚔️Serberia

Rembrandt Zattelbogen's response was categorical.
— No, I can't. — He was talking about the specifications for curses. — And even if I could, I still wouldn't say... The fear of the unknown, so to speak, encourages clients. And there will be no side effects from the session, except that you will have to spend an hour with an unfamiliar old man.
— Grandpa, you might be misunderstood... — Trude apologized for the old man and explained that there was nothing special about the healing esoteric session.

Kalentia suspected that she would receive a similar answer, so she wasn't too surprised, and upon hearing about the absence of side effects, she was already ready to open her mouth and agree, but she didn't have time. Perhaps it was due to the Argalian way of thinking, but upon hearing the old man's words, she didn't even think that they could be interpreted in a double sense, and therefore the apology from his granddaughter surprised the girl somewhat.
— It's okay, — Trude hastened to reassure Kalentia, — I didn't even think of any other interpretation, — after these words, she turned back towards Rembrandt (if she and Trude weren't sitting next to each other, otherwise she would have simply addressed him), — in that case, I am ready for the session right now.