The American waves to the trolls, heaves Fai onto his back, and they head down, first to the nearest village. There, Henry searches for someone alive (or not quite) to ask about the sorcerer.

- Well... This is quite unusual. I suggest letting these two talk in private, as it's not appropriate for outsiders to listen to this, but you, - he addresses the man, - if something goes wrong, let us know.

Widening his eyes and seeing before him a miracle of the otherworldly, Zeikin got to his feet and went outside. Taking out a pack of cigarettes, he leaned against the wall of the house and reflected for a while, smoking one after another - until his head was spinning from the nicotine - looking at his feet, pondering the transience of being, and leveling up his Faith skill by one point.

And in the tavern, they were already waiting for news about Kalimor's departure and the arrival of Davalia. In the morning, it turned out that Faiblupp had turned from iron into a hairy creature - apparently, he had caught the same curse as those trolls, only in reverse. With all these ubiquitous spells, it was imperative to deal with them, and meanwhile, Radiell had new tasks on the agenda. Someone had stolen the hunting arsenal in Videns, so he and Nikta and Araell headed there.— From there, there should be a good view of the area, and I'm sure you can see that shed. I think it's worth going there, maybe the watchman really saw something, if he wasn't asleep.

Damn, I was really reading the thread wrong.
- Good idea. If anything, we can take a look ourselves... You can, that is. I don't see any point in me going anywhere, - the thought of it caused the huntress to have an attack of agoraphobia.
Nikta and her companions headed to the lighthouse.