Waiting for the dust to settle, the non-warrior turns his gaze, his eyes infinitely tired and circled with dark shadows, to the single glass-red-undead eye, which exudes nothing but contempt for the surrounding reality.
- You. I want to fight to the death.
- But recently, I received news that, contrary to your oath, you used your blade in connection with a now long-past, but nevertheless very unpleasant, incident.
- That was different. And now there is no point in it, due to your actions and according to human nature. - Snapping at its mistress, the sword turns its gaze to the guest's single eye. - Find yourself another place for your final rest.
- It seems that life in Izkazkan turned out to be full of difficulties and devoid of joys for you. - She lowers her head guiltily. - I'm sorry, I wanted it to bring happiness to everyone, but it didn't work out.