– Don't worry! Turning him back is a simple matter. Just need to persuade the Ivilai... – Rurek waved his hand dismissively. – But I must note: we would have all died at the gates if the Ivilai hadn't been there. Five corpses aren't as good as five friends! But let's get back to the point. It all started with a simple adventure of a group of representatives from different races of Ikazkan...
The Sord-antilope tells Kof about the sad fate of a small furry tribe.
– ...and now my friends and I are wary. These cheesemakers can do terrible things to anyone outside of Ikazkan. They have no honor or dignity. And Ikazkan is only concerned with its own borders. Different human clans will surely try to do something, but I don't believe in solving the problem of humans with other humans. To put it bluntly: only by disappearing completely will the flame of civilization cease to threaten the peoples of the underworld.
Suddenly, Rurek remembered something terrible: they still have to go back... if Kof doesn't allow the Sords to rest in his settlement, everything could end very badly.