☀️ Arselia and Akonia

—...But if something happens, won't he blow up along with all the loot?..

- Better that way than if some scoundrel steals everything and walks off into the sunset with a smug grin.

—I'm somewhat familiar with it. There was a silly story involving my sword... —he starts to tell the story, glances at Sanya, and stops mid-sentence, clearing his throat discreetly into his fist.

- With your "sword"? Oh, how interesting... Will you share the secret? And, by the way, how long is it? Mine is 12 inches, for example – is that enough for her? Or are you unfamiliar with this system of measurement? One inch is a little more than two and a half centimeters.

—Hey, man, I'm one of you, I mean, one of the mountain folk. So, if reparations for imperial deeds need to be paid, you'll have to wait in line after Criderar...

- No, no, no... It doesn't work that way. Dress more appropriately, - he glances at Humbaba's rags, - and no one in Margel will even know that you're not a local, and what do you suggest I do – start walking on stilts?

—A scientific and technological revolution.

- A Narion-Tyran resolution, - the dwarf countered.

—It just sounded that way... I don't want to force you to do unpleasant things, but I've never met anyone who, after trying it once, would prefer city life to the fresh air and nature of the countryside.

- I'm just kidding; with you, it's all the same, whether it's a village, a city, or the surface of the Moon – I'll be happy anywhere.