Along the way, he offered his companion a look through something from his inventory library (other than the diary 😰), if he so wished.
—And there, the famous Ninung Gate and walls are visible from here! An interesting fact: the cyclopes themselves had a hand in their construction, just as they did with the modern fortifications. A detached person might take them for mindless monsters, but in reality it is quite possible that they, not the Asuguhians, are the true masters of this land. Be that as it may, we owe them all a great deal for their friendly relations with the royal family. —finishing this short lecture, he casts a glance from under his glasses at the deserted city. —I believe we should find lodging at the administration building, and in the morning we'll see how we can be of use to the local defenders.
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– Not sure about a closer and more pleasant acquaintance, – Camistella drawled, – but I wouldn't mind seeing how our glorious Asuguh warriors live. Won't you give a sorceress a tour? I'm especially curious where you were planning to spend time with me, since our garrison is quite crowded these days and secluded spots are in rather short supply.
The three archers lead Camistella (and the silent Erish) into their tiny little room. It was so cramped there that the space between the table, the "three-tier" bunk bed, and the wardrobes was barely enough to fit stools. On the table itself lay some sort of board game, playing cards, dice, and other odds and ends; potato chips and a brownish drink called "oka-ola" also caught the eye.
- Here we are. Welcome to our humble abode.
