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- As I understand it, it's just a scared, lost child. There's no need to kill him. Nikta thought for a moment and added: - Otherwise, we'll have to spend a long time explaining things to his mother. And possibly to his father, grandmother, grandfather, older brother, and cousin from the Arandor Hills.
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- Eh? Have you completely lost your conscience, Zeek?! Next time, will you suggest drowning puppies?
- Yeah, I spun you a whole yarn, and you just lapped it up. Where have you ever seen children who are three meters tall? - the uncle grumbled, simultaneously picking his ear with his little finger. - So, what did you finally decide, because I wasn't really listening? That the villagers will pay him tribute daily? Well, well... And if they have nothing, will he go around robbing houses? If he's so dear to you, you should have chased him away from there as far as possible, before the soldiers arrived and impaled him.