Sylvester Archipelago

- I told you, don't touch the merchandise! Maybe I should shorten your long claws? - he said in a threatening tone.

- I apologize, I don't know what came over me. - The elf backed away from the cage and looked at the daughter of winter one last time with a cold gaze. Ridiculous. - I hope a thousand setrs will make us forget this misunderstanding, - Sarael handed the burly man the specified amount of money.