🔥 Иказкан -> Тезот

Here they are, the best people of Ikazkan. Gorely, Ponchik, Sumochnik, and Safis himself. Plus, there's a sorcerer who is terrifying even by his people's standards, and an elf with a face as if he had tasted acid. Although, considering the elven lack of discernment in food, that could very well have happened. Let's not judge.
-- Thank you, milady! Your faith in us almost guarantees success! -- She was funny, cute, powerful, and benevolent all at once -- one could dismiss winged demons with contempt, but the mistress of Ikazkan created a positive atmosphere with her mere presence, and it was simply foolish to resist it. -- Apparently, the best of the best have gathered here, and the chance of dying in this journey a horrible, shameful, painful, meaningless death... is vanishingly small. Probably. I'm telling you, it's better to do than not to do. Better up than down. Better to fly than to crawl. Thousands upon thousands of unknown entities -- are up there. -- Safis raised a finger towards the granite ceiling -- And you're talking about some materials here, what the heck. Imagination, guys! Whoever doesn't go to the limit on the ladder of fate is a friendly lizard.

Having reached the top last, Barley immediately sat on a large stone standing behind everyone. His head was slightly dizzy, his throat ached from the overexertion of his neck muscles and the dry air, which also made him thirsty, and his saliva became viscous. Another attempt to spit was unsuccessful, and the saliva hanging from his mouth had to be quickly wiped away with his hand and wiped on his pants. After that, Barley took out a bottle of water and began to drink greedily. Having dealt with his thirst, he took out a pie from his bag and began to eat, listening to what the others were saying. Most of the time, the guy looked at Ona, who had received them in this strange place. And half of all the discussions passed Barley by, as he was thinking about his goal. He came here because he wanted to meet his idol and continue the conversation, but he didn't know how to do it, considering that even just talking to her seemed impossible. It was unclear where to even begin, and there were also outsiders here, interfering with this. Not to mention the sentient sword, which seemed to be guarding her.
"Will she go with us if we offer? Not to the surface, but just somewhere, to the city or somewhere else. She must be bored here, considering that there is not much to talk about. Although she probably often goes down or somewhere else when she feels like it. So, she is not so lonely, maybe she even has many friends, and they are all very interesting. I don't have much to offer, except for cooking. And I didn't even prepare anything for her or bring anything!"
At the last thought, Barley was simultaneously upset and angry, which made his expression even more sullen.

- Don't fawn over her! - Suddenly exclaimed Barley?? to Safis. His eyes seemed to reflect a completely different essence, not the one he had a moment ago. - She's mine. In a sense. If you try to reach for what's mine, you'll be left with nothing, understand? - Turning his gaze to the mistress of this unusual place, he spoke in a firm voice. - I want to smash your head one day, it will be very aesthetic.
If this were an ordinary human kingdom, a tragic misunderstanding could have happened now, but in Ikazkan, things were much simpler.
- Heh-heh, if you think that such a feat is within your power, then go ahead. May courage be in your heart and confidence in your hands!
Ona's smile made Barley's consciousness regain control over his own body.