? Ikazkan -> Tezot

- Well, did I satisfy your curiosity? What a waste of time, - Chernika stretches and yawns again. - And are you in a hurry somewhere? Hmm. Ore cream is something completely strange, - Ukon grunts. - I don't see anything strange, it's a common thing. This is the best use for ore. Alright, let's go to your "interesting place." "Maybe all the Elms are just not of this world, that's why it's so ordinary," the warrior thinks. Then he points to a hill: - It's over there. Hot springs. The Elm's eyes light up: - Ooo! Take me there! - No. - What do you mean "no"? Am I supposed to climb the mountain myself when I have such a powerful servant? Come on, come on. - No, - the "servant's" face contorts into a sullen grimace. - You'll get there yourself. And I wanted to go to another place, - he didn't want to be seen in his hometown carrying an unbalanced brat on his shoulder. - I understand, you want to get rid of me and not pay the debt. That's not very honorable, Mr. tough guy, - she reaches out to pinch his cheek, but she's not tall enough, so she sticks her finger in his rib. - Don't worry about that. I'm a man of my word. We'll meet... near the canteen, you know the way, - he turns away and walks off, not bothering to continue the conversation. "What a cheeky brat, but I'll teach her a lesson," Chernika thinks, turning away in annoyance. Looking at the high mountain, her face darkens. Muttering curses under her breath, she heads there. "What a brazen little brat. Is there any hope for her in life?" Ukon thinks, gritting his teeth. Everything ached - as always, but his leg and ears ached even more. He felt the need to clear his head and assess whether he still had any skill left, so he headed towards the warriors.