—Ah, if not for today's failure, I would probably have sung. —Dor folded his arms across his chest. —How much iron power, how much human desire is here! The desire to destroy in order to build, to build in order to destroy. It's a pity I wasn't born a poet. You guys have settled in nicely. In the future, every miserable cave must be upgraded to a decent state.
Hataright refrained from commenting.
Their next destination was the main building in this town - the Ting, where, according to Hat, the boss and other members of the Community gathered to discuss current problems.
Unlike Ikazkan, it was cool in this part of the Dungeon, which was effectively combated by a good-looking fireplace, and in general, the atmosphere was quite cozy, but there were also some specific nuances. For example, one of the walls was decorated with trophies - stuffed animals and skulls of monsters, furies, and sordos. In one of the corners - a cage with young furies, in the other - a fierce-looking female on a chain.
She looked at Dorian and Hataright with eyes full of aggression and hatred. For now, there were no other people here.
- They will be here soon... - Explained the nervous Hat. - And this is Killa, by the way. She doesn't really like people, as you can probably tell.