🔥 Иказкан -> Тезот

- See, we're quite the mystery solvers, - Barley said to his companion from the outcasts, after everything they saw and learned under the hatch they found. - It's time for us to establish our own Community, - he added jokingly.

- Uncle Pelm is strong, very strong! - Chernika emerges from the blind spot. - He unravels conspiracies left and right, and even with his whole family! And you wouldn't guess it just by looking at him. He's like a secret agent, keeping his power hidden until the very end, haha! - he nudges Ukon in the shoulder. - I told you he was a cool guy, back when I saw him in the canteen. And I'm always right - remember that.
"You didn't say that. You were just stunned and almost choked on the bugs because of his size," Ukon retorted, as he often does, mentally - not out of a lack of patience, but to avoid pointless squabbles.

-- Hmm... They do it themselves, for example? There is a way out, but if someone values the word "leader" more than common sense and their own life, that's their problem. A hunchback can't be straightened, and even death will back down before stupidity. But why do our not-quite-brothers, the Radicals, need so much ore? That's interesting. Who would need surplus production in a world of death? I wouldn't mind investigating this mystery.

- Well said. But it seems we're dealing with artificially suppressed common sense. Like after a shot or two... or three. Some people can stop in such a situation, and some can't, and they are usually restrained by the rules of their Community. As you can see, in this part of the D... or G-level, there is neither one nor the other, - the warrior stroked his beard. - Perhaps they want to establish a commodity-money relationship here, like the Rot? Ugh, the Gnoll. But to do that, they would have to restructure the entire system, and how do you do that without global changes?
- They found a way to the surface and are stocking up! - the elven input was timely.

- Aaaaaa! - Pumpkin stomped his foot. - What the heck! - And again. - Tono! Take me to your father, I want to talk to him!

- Hold on a bit, - a hand rests on a piece of pumpkin-colored shoulder pad, as it previously rested on Dorian's shoulder. - Of course, we all feel sorry for them, there's no doubt about it, - a considerable amount of willpower was required not to glance at Dorian, Safis, and Chernika. - But you're a scientist, and you understand that not everything can be solved by force. Judging by Tono's story, your words won't reach Dono's ears - at the moment. The guys are right: first, we need to investigate the cause of this event. If everything is really bad, then we can enlist the support of our Communities, perhaps get some advice from the Main One. And if what we know about these exiles is even half true, then rash actions could lead to anything - including the death of this tribe. Do you want that? - he paused for a moment. - So, calm down. Your colleague has already gone with information and a sample for analysis, the processes have been launched, - he nods at the cat. - Listen to Tono too, he has lived here longer than you, knows more, and therefore approaches the matter thoughtfully and wisely.

- Maybe you have a sample of the ore too? - the cook asked the cat.

- If there is one, that would really be good. It might help our smart guys determine its possible purpose. And also - what is this "second path" through which they trade with you?