🍁Nine Ancient Obelisks

—Great, thank you! —he smoothly takes out a record book. —Okay, so gender and that's clear... Lineage, Asuguh, of course? Height? Guild affiliation, probably a worker? Belief? Hmm... Marital status and descendants? I hope I don't rub salt in the wound... And finally, hobbies, although that's what our conversation started with.

Erika sits on the nearest autodilijance and heads to Sizki.

At first glance, the new weapon seemed like a strange, flamboyant toy to Ushumgallu, more suitable for a scantily clad dancer with sabers than for the son of Kingaludd, but only at first glance. Behind the glitter of bronze and malachite, the calloused hands of the calcit quickly recognized the convenient balance and protected hilt. The pommel could pierce a skull, and the blade of strange blue metal would easily cut through leather armor. But Kir is wrong — it is still a much more demanding mistress than a battle companion; the saber attracts envious glances and awakens greed in its owner. You don't hunt lions and barsikonds with this — it's used to slit the fat belly under a silk robe, to chop off the head of a warrior who has what you want, it's used to rob and conquer...
—Thank you, Sir Kir, —Ushumgallu bowed respectfully.