— Shicardos, here, take my charm. — Harold catches the hand of the pensive Erefir, squeezes it, and shakes it, after which he hands over the tablet. — I can do a few things too, so you won't regret it. And if you want your enemies to feel like pigs in a slaughterhouse, now you know who to turn to.
— You've told me everything you know about our goals and objectives. — Garrett continues. — I hope you haven't hidden any interesting details from me? And all the other necessary papers for оформление are over there on the table, all the boxes are filled in where they need to be — we figured it out and prepared while we were waiting, so we didn't have to bother Klina with the count's affairs.
The elder nods, and looks at Erefir with a look that seems to say: "It will be difficult with him, of course, but this time I will try to do everything I can to protect this fool from another repetition of his own fate."
"It's your responsibility, Rett," — she looked at the elder. — "I'm delegating it to you completely."
— I won't keep you long, have a good and productive day, — she placed her palms on both of their shoulders and went about her business.