Night was inspecting the chamber, looking for the old wizard's staff... Suddenly, it dawned on him:
"Could it be that we smoked it last week?", Night said and froze in place. Could they really not escape from here?
The mage burst out laughing... - well, you're something else... although, as they say, anything is possible...
Saruman tuned into the staff's frequency again, and then replied to Night:
- hmm, it's strange, it's moving chaotically, as if it were tied to a mad dog and let loose to run around here...
Нет невежества - есть Знание