I bowed greeting to Dobrynya and looked around. Yes, no matter what anyone says, the dwarf city leaves a strong impression. This place feels as if it were alive: the city itself with its numerous working forges, dwarves scurrying about their business, various mechanisms, and lava bubbling far below makes it seem like a living creature... Alive in a different way than the city of my elf kin. And this city literally exudes a joyful and daring zest for life... albeit with a small hint of fear.
I turned to Lord Novizard:
- I will do everything in my power to ensure that what happened in Belstun is not repeated anywhere else. I would only like to know two details: how am I to recognize Her, the One? There are many beautiful girls;)! And why can't we simply use teleportation?
But most importantly—I am tired as cursed; tell me, where can a traveler rest and have a drink (;)) in this glorious town?