“To success and glory for our upcoming expedition!” Corvus raised his glass. “You are right. We need this victory. Otherwise, everyone will become like Skalak—dull ghosts awaiting their inevitable end. You know, Roselia, you remind me of a fox. No, not a snow fox. A different kind of fox. A magnificent, elevated one! I would even say an imperial fox.”
The deputy drained another glass of icy vodus.