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– The most suspicious member of our expedition turned out to be the puppeteer. Somehow unexpected, yet somehow so logical... – Camistella drawled. – And who are you, Lynshi? The exterminator of a dying breed of death knights and the Nephilim people, our savior, or the true villainess of this story, next to whom even Tann is an innocent victim?
- A trader in cursed things!.. and daddy dearest. Well of course, now everything falls into place. Ruined my breakfast, did you. Wrong place, wrong time, as always, - the jacket flies into the inventory. - You deftly steered me away from courtship. Rejoice, "sir", for you are not the only, but the first name on my list. In a way, I owe you for what I've become. And you... - his gaze venomously leaps to the shameless face. - How amusing it must have been to watch the worms squirm while sipping your wine. Putting them through hoops, training them. As you see, Asmidul, sometimes it's better to trust your gut than cold facts. You should have gotten rid of that stuffed bird of yours that I simply could not see in your inventory. I just can't wrap my head around four hundred IQ moves aggroing everyone ready to tear them apart for a Margel flag. Maybe that's the very "M" they speak of.
- A conceited jester, self-assured gates of a wit, herald of Mercury, venomous abyss, breath of wind, adept of paranoia... Before the eppopts of darkness, the visage of the Phantom of the Silver Moon is revealed, and its light that paved the way to the hearth of ancient flame.
- Uh, we probably can't do without a translator here.
A third person joins the fantastic meeting — a girl stepping out from behind the obelisk. Despite her uncharacteristic clothing and makeup, Asmidul could easily recognize her.
- Sir Tann is a man of few words, and Lady Phantom... I think you've already heard what's what. Alas, I did not understand what the shinobi gentleman was saying, but as for the lady model's question — Lady Phantom is something of a, uh, manager for Sir Tann.