🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

The Thief listened to Aristarchus, and then he got tired of listening. “Not bad,” the professional said with a mocking bow towards the novice. “I approve! But you see, here’s the problem… I don’t exist! I am elusive! No one knows about my presence here! Well, except for those who do know. I'm not an expert; I don't have a home here, and no one invited me. Today I'm here, and tomorrow I'll be with the fighters or the sufferers. The entire mountain range lies before me like in the palm of my hand. In other words, you greatly overestimate your importance in my eyes. And only I can return this lovely item to its owner. It is disadvantageous for you to spoil our relationship, not the other way around. So, fifty barter points, and that’s all there is to it. I consider the supplies as worth ten. I already spent them. And I wasn't going to take the blanket anyway. I have my own. A much nicer one. With Vardans.” The thief didn't plan on leaving his comfortable spot just yet. Not surprisingly! After all, Aristarchus was sleeping on a bed from the Super-Vardan furniture Factory, covered with a quilt from the legendary White Ratodon! Or maybe not... Aristarchus was sleeping on a regular, but still very comfortable and cozy bed.