e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
- Yes. This is our territory.
- Both yes and no. People installed the sculpture, the hatch, and the door.
- That's good, I've heard of you, and I actually have some business with you, but we'll talk about that later.
- I understand... don't see us as invaders; we have no intention of encroaching on your lands.
- Hey, people? 🤨
"I wonder what kind of business this is..." thought Jingo, while looking around for other ways out of this place besides the one they just came through...
- Yes. They call themselves the "Flame of Civilization."
- Yes, after them, only ashes remain, - Elm said sarcastically, but then he realized the cat's words.
- What do you mean? Are we talking about the same creatures? These humans? - Osh pointed to the pumpkin-headed creature. - But how? I don't remember anyone from our city doing something like that.
- What a... unusual... - "Perverted!" Chernika suggests. - ...magic. No wonder we didn't figure it out," Ukon scratches his head. - But why would he do something like that?
- Instead of all these puzzles, they could have just poured concrete over it once and for all, - Chernika comments. - I have a feeling that things aren't so straightforward with Mudon and his attitude towards the "fluffies."
- Well, now the passage is open. I can't say whether it will lead to good or bad things.
- Honestly, it doesn't matter anymore. Come, I'll show you. Tono leads the expedition members to his tribe's settlement, where they are met with a sad sight: gaunt-looking furies were working on mining sulfide ore - some were mining it, others were transporting it, and others were stacking it in a designated area.
- And this... Why would they come to you? What do they want from you? I've heard about them... "The Flame of Civilization." They hate all the inhabitants of the Dungeons...
- Ore. And in return, they bring us food... My father, Dono, arranged this. The chieftain of our tribe.