Divine Journey

- Illiterate, doesn't even know what boots are made of. But anyway, you don't seem to be lying, and you're not involved with the well. Or maybe I just don't understand elves. Well, perhaps you and your friend know something? About the water, yes, there is some, if you don't mind that I collected it from the swamp.

- Yes, I lied, you can't make boots out of you. - The half-elf looked at the water offered by the serpent man. - I definitely saw the same water in the well, so I'll pass.

- Greetings, gentlemen, my name is May A'Aren, but you can call me Aren. As I see, you also came to General Katrin with some question? If it's what I think, I can tell you what I managed to find out...

- I would gladly listen to you, esteemed sir, but unfortunately, I must take my leave, - he said, addressing both new acquaintances, - perhaps we will meet again, gentlemen, for example, in the local tavern. - Helkehon moved away from them to Kerlian and whispered in his ear:
- We need to leave, we've already been seen by too many people.

Awkward direct speech.