🔥 Иказкан -> Тезот

- And I can’t even cook, even if I borrowed some ingredients, - Ukon scratched his head, glancing at Chernika with a one percent hope, but she stated that even though she was a woman, she was a businesswoman, not a cook.

—How quickly our paths have crossed again, Lord-Rurek! —he waves to his old-new acquaintance. —And hello to you, unfamiliar fellows! Tell me, are you by any chance "expeditioners"?

- And what do you care? - a fifteen-point perception gave an unpleasant feeling when looking at this particular combination of clothes. It was as if it had appeared somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where. Maybe he took it from someone's corpse. Or it was just a coincidence.

- Rurek?... - it dawned on him a split second after the words were spoken, and reached his visual nerve - a familiar, but very distorted image.
The half-lord frowns, while the elf, having turned pale, covers her mouth with a glove at what she sees.

Dingo recognized the half-lord and the "elf female" immediately.

- Ukon! Chernika! Are you here? Did you decide to help us in our search for ingredients?

- Oh, it's you. Some ingredients?... We wanted to go somewhere with acquaintances. We were thinking of finding something to cure our ailments, but the hostess is gone, and everything is raw. I haven't figured out what to do next.

Dorian seemed to hide the hammer so that no one would recognize it by the artifact.