If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. Furniture for furniture. It can be found in the Tower of Fear. Buttercups and daisies, 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 nearby. Well, thank goodness... Although, to hell with her, 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 piece of bread, began to doze off.
- Sleep, Laya, sleep. Tomorrow we will cure 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 are 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.
- Who then? I don't understand...
- You will understand when you grow up. But 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 position number 3...

Jars and bottles... Apparently, it refers to some kind of potion... furniture for furniture, which can be 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 advice. I gave Laya some more medicine, given by the monk, to suppress the curse. I have already seen the necromancers preparing new zombies. She becomes a real corpse only after she is dissected and a special ritual is performed, but the medicine is also good. So, at dawn we go 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...

What happens next?

I draw my sword and cut off the head of the bandit leader.
-Is that you, I'm not an assassin? - I shout.