? Ikazkan -> Tezot

- What if you breed bugs on a farm and sell them for gold? You'll be my serf, - the little one's knife menacingly hovered over the bug's corpse.
- Money isn't used here. Everything is based on goodwill, - she clearly didn't believe his answer. - If you start to fool around, you'll be thrown back into the tunnels, like that cloak-wearer.
- I'll take that goodwill from you, - fortunately, at this point, she finally started eating and fell silent.

Not being a gourmet by nature, considering food only as fuel for the body, the "man" of Tezot nevertheless noted that today's batch was unusually good: with each chew of the gelatinous entrails of the insect, with each squirt of semi-congealed slime, it seemed that he could feel all the life struggle that this individual had experienced - each corpse it had devoured, each unknown thing it had cut from the most remote underground corners. Or maybe it was just hunger and fatigue talking. This is what life is like in a commune with shared benefits.

Despite the grumbling, Ucon made her take her container to the sink.
- Thank you, - she nods to the owner. - It's like my life has returned to me.