Giyyon hesitates, then quietly follows her.
“Are you sure?” he whispers, trying not to attract the attention of the harpies. “We have no chance in an open fight, but maybe we should come up with something else? Perhaps the airship’s engine still works; we could start it and scare them away with the noise, or knock the balloon’s envelope onto them, or something like that?”
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт