Watching the scene with the two elves, Rurek felt a surge of Sordish shame. Some people really know how to get upset over trivial things!
– Oh, Jingo. You're quick, – Rurek noted, noticing the familiar, manic expression. – We didn't find Rizza, but we found the rest. I think random monsters or cheesemakers are no longer a threat to us. Or they are a threat, but not a deadly one.
Of course, the Sordish loner didn't know about the dependence of the number of monsters per square meter on the size of the team. Nor did he know about the location of all the traps around the cheesemakers' fortress. And that a beautiful girl had exchanged bodily fluids with Jingo.
– Do you remember Pumpkinhead? The ugly guy who "bonded" with the Gnoll? And his "colleague" from the Community. A lover of monsters from the Abyss... They're nowhere to be found...
– And we also need a gatherer. But not the one who spent all his gathering strength...
Если где-то чего-то убудет, то в другом месте добавится.
(Закон сохранения).