- Well, this is just great...- whispered the forest elf, afraid of waking the dragon. The cave had good acoustics. - You can't just stab this one with a dagger... We need to sneak past as quietly as possible so as not to wake him... He's unlikely to ask his dinner if it's a follower of Malassa or not. - he added, looking at Givi.
Ink...
Caspar twisted his mouth into something that was apparently meant to be a smile.
- Because your time has not yet come... - the hovering harbinger of death nodded, lovingly stroking the book hanging from his belt... a list...