– Our great mistress Galta Leraborn has decided to engage in some vigorous activity, – Ferda grimaced. – It is her will: today we must properly study this little green town. I'll make my way to the gun yard with the boys and Tsulak, Gachchen and Galta will talk with the local head, and you... you will go get acquainted with these strange green men. You're not bad at chatting, so you'll manage.
– I'll cover Ida, – Volki interrupted the conversation.
– Wonderful. It is settled then.
Gachchen and Galta were no longer in the house. It seemed they had not wasted any time.