Henry exchanges glances with Dávalia, his look as if saying: "Everyone here seems to have some kind of trouble or problems, aren't they tired of it? This place is clearly cursed; living here is some strange form of masochism, I'm telling you."
He sighs and follows the woman.

- Moo! - the man drawled. - Moo, ooo((
- And now our sheep-cow is talking, can you imagine?
- Ahahaha! - Dávalia burst out. - Oh, I'm sorry.
- Only a Warlock could do something like that.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт