Auto-translated
While somewhere, Dorian was looking for another suspicious elf, hiding a terrible horror behind his back, Rurek continued to improve his relationship with the woman.
"If there were rules at the Tournaments, he wouldn't have run away from me like that!" the lord sighed. "But I held out for a long time, and that's good too! In general, that's what our Ikazkan is like. What do you think, Izania?"
The cheesy Dorian ran away... Ikazkan needs walls. And gates. And guards at these gates. And better ones than just one angry furry.