If ifs and buts were candies and nuts, then we'd all have a merry Christmas. Furniture for furniture. It's found in the Tower of Fear. Daisies and buttercups, little birds and bees. They call me to the tower, to be imprisoned in absolute Oblivion. The peace of Oblivion, peace and death outpace time... What could this mean? Some kind of nonsense... And where is Laya?! Laya was lying next to me. Well, that's good... Although, damn that Ash!
- Laya, Laya, are you alive?
- Huh? I could eat something... - I took a piece of bread from my backpack, which I had brought with me from Ranata's home. Laya, munching on the bread, began to doze off.
- Sleep, Laya, sleep. Tomorrow we'll heal you.
- Yes... I need to sleep... tomorrow... - she fell asleep...

- Why did you bring me here, Oturo?
- Well, I wanted to talk...
- About what, brother?
- Shin, do you know what samurai are?
- Of course! Samurai are... well... They are warriors who...
- A samurai is a servant, Shin. A servant of honor and selflessness. A samurai is a protector. To become a true samurai, you need someone you care about, someone who cares about you. You need a person you can protect.
- I have such a person!
- Really? And who is it?
- Mom! - Oturo smiled.
- You're right, but sooner or later, a chick flies out of the nest to build its own. I was talking about a different person, my little brother.
- About whom then? I don't understand...
- You'll understand when you grow up. For now, shall we continue training?
- Yes! - the boy's eyes lit up, as they always did when the word "training" was mentioned.
- Excellent, get into stance number 3...

Cans and jars... Apparently, it refers to some kind of potion... furniture for furniture, which is found in the trees... furniture... A stump! Of course, a stump as a stool! Tower of Fear... hmm... and flowers that lure you into it for eternal oblivion... Peace and death outpace time... I should go to the elves in the lands of the druids, they will give me advice. I gave Laya some more medicine, given by the monk, to suppress the curse. I've already seen the Necromancer preparing new zombies. She becomes a true corpse only after she is dissected and a special ritual is performed, but the medicine is also good. So, at dawn, we're going to the elves! I sat down next to Laya in a position from which a sudden attack begins. Time flowed slowly but imperceptibly, I sat next to the fair-skinned elf, not even thinking about sleep, being ready for any unexpected attack, keeping the "intuition" skill ready. And the stars, meanwhile, looked down from above at the man sitting next to the sleeping dark elf...