🔥 Иказкан -> Тезот

- All sorts. Mostly from various ailments...

- So, our goals align. Here they are, the ingredients, - he nods towards the overflowing buffet. - Whether you can take something and how much without asking is another question; the difficulty lies in making something out of them.

Well, yes... after the failure with the cheesemakers, I, out of ignorance, ventured into the Antrum. It's a kind of labyrinth with treasures and traps. Not a place for the faint of heart. But even the strong can easily be worn down there. I don't want to go there again. You need to coat yourself with protection against poison and all sorts of curses.

- Then why go there at all?

Watching the gardener leave, Chernika remembered the words of her "nephew" - this designation caused her a slight smile - about the permanent effect of the underground eroding the soul and mind, and decided that there was something to it. Perhaps, if he weren't such an apathetic anti-life person, and if he were a little smarter, he could write a book, sell it to letter-hunting collectors, and get rich.
"Looks delicious," she thinks, examining the pile of raw materials with interest.
She takes a handful, and while the rest of the group chat, she goes to the same bookworms to identify it and measure its degree of "talent," as her colleague had praised earlier.