Fairy tale

The group's next stop was in a rather large and spacious cave, where they encountered several skeletons and a couple of ghouls, which, however, did not pose any problems for the king and his retinue. Although it wasn't entirely without problems, the issue was that the cave had several passages, and they had to find the right way again. While Matveg was attending to his duties, the others tried to entertain themselves or simply pass the time pleasantly, and some even did so productively. For example, Nemt wandered around the cave, collecting mushrooms or some kind of underground plants. Ser'Flevius and Sh'Ako stood aside, chatting amiably about something. But there were also those who relaxed in a completely different way. Picking up the skulls of recently defeated skeletons, Lekon, Ayren, and A'Mok decided to play an impromptu game to determine who was the most accurate and strongest among them. They didn't quite know how they would determine this, but it didn't particularly bother them. Taking his hammer and stepping ten paces away from the prince, Lekon gave a signal, after which the prince threw a skull towards the blacksmith. A sweeping blow hit the target precisely, causing the skull to shatter into small pieces. All this was accompanied by a characteristic sound, which, of course, attracted the attention of the comrades who were not participating in the game.
- Now it's my turn! My turn! - the girl exclaimed excitedly.
- Here, take it, - the blacksmith handed over his hammer. - But be careful, it's not an axe.
- Yes, yes, I know, - Ayren replied dismissively.
- Ready? - A'Mok asked.
- Throw it!
The prince threw the skull again, but unlike Lekon, the girl missed, and at the same time, she couldn't keep her balance, as the heavy hammer pulled her along, causing her to fall. A'Mok burst out laughing at what he saw, but quickly fell silent, seeing Ayren's scathing gaze. The blacksmith reacted more restrainedly, only smiling slightly, after which he helped his friend get up.
- You're such an idiot, - she said to the prince when it was his turn to hit.
Watching his comrades have fun, Radonar sat by the fire and thought about something. Seeing Trisvit approaching him, the king was distracted from his thoughts and turned all his attention to the man in the purple robe.
- What do you think we came to your palace for?
- For a rare pink mineral, - Radonar replied immediately.
- Not exactly, although it will also be needed.
- Not exactly? - the king asked in surprise. - So, also for my anniversary?
- No.
- Well, usually people come to birthdays with a gift.
Trisvit remained silent.
- In that case, I can only say that you wasted your time coming up with an excuse to meet with me when there already was one.
- It's about dreams, - the sorcerer said, laying his cards on the table.
- Dreams?
- Yes, Anver also saw something important in a dream, and we think it is related to what you saw.
The king looked at the ruler of the neighboring country, who was talking to Pensel about something.
- And what did he see?
- Unfortunately, his memories are fragmented, and it is quite difficult to put these fragments together, and some of the places he saw are unfamiliar to him, but I think everything will become clear over time.
- So, you don't really know anything, but you claim that it is very important?
- Why not, we know something for sure.
- What?
- He must go with you, because the outcome of the entire campaign depends on it.