- Good day, Lady Wilma, - he bowed briefly but politely. - My name is Guyon, we are organizing a small performance for the townspeople and are looking for good musicians, and I was recommended to you.
"She was probably told who I am and why I came, but a little politeness won't hurt."
- I heard that the monster that attacked Margele has been defeated and will no longer harm anyone. I hope this at least lessens your sorrow.
Smiling slightly at the dwarf, she walks to number fifteen and knocks on the door.
...
- Who's there? - a voice came from behind the door.
- Ah, so you're one of those... - in fact, the inquisitor had nothing against "those," quite the opposite, but Dakhsu didn't need to know that, - ... I see. Well, now I at least know what motivates you. And you might want to pull up your pants, or you'll catch a cold.
"Not to mention that Astellia probably wouldn't appreciate that sight. She could use a break."
By this time, Astellia had already left the scene.