I bowed respectfully to Dobrynya and looked around. Yes, no matter what you say, the dwarven city makes a strong impression. This place seems to be alive: the city itself, with its numerous working forges, dwarves bustling about their business, various mechanisms, and lava bubbling far away, resembles a living creature... A living creature, unlike the city of my elven relatives. And this city literally exudes joyful and carefree zest for life... Although, with a slight touch of fear.
I turned to Lord Novizard:
- I will do everything in my power to prevent what happened in Belstune from happening anywhere else. But I would like to know two things: how can I recognize the One, Who? There are many beautiful girls;)! And why can't we just use teleportation?
But most importantly, I'm exhausted; tell me, where can a traveler rest and have a drink (;)) in this glorious city?

The werewolf listened and... silence... In fact, it looks like there's no one there...
- Eh, let's go check...
Upon approaching, I found smoldering embers and the remains of a spider (which I killed!)...