- Well, if it's not bad, then fine - I accept it. Or is it "he accepts it"? How is it correct?
- Well, I'm not against your help and, most importantly, your company, but will Naria and Lord let you go there?...
- Thirty-three... Probably? Or maybe not. To be honest, I didn't count. It's just a number.
- Erephir came by today and borrowed it to read.
- Do I look like an orc here? - Ahuli asks first.
- At first, they offered me real demonic horns, but that was completely out of the question. It took a lot of effort to agree on these croissants. It was a difficult task... But not as difficult as the second one. Beauty and the others spent half a day convincing me to wear these ears. What a shame... And then they literally measured with a ruler and protractor the angles and distances from which, according to the contract, such bare knees could be depicted. I think that, despite the difficulties, they got some perverse pleasure from that composition... Well, I have no complaints about the rest - it's clean and decent. I like the last one the most. And as for the cafe - you'd better not know how many hours it took me to be able to convey exactly that emotion. My face hurt the next day - I overloaded those muscles. It feels like it's imprinted on me and still is, - the unhappy woman shivered at these memories. - I wonder why Erephir-dono is walking around with that magazine? Probably collecting information about so-called famous faces, with whom she has to work.