And about how a beautiful girl exchanged bodily fluids with Jingo.
New here? I'm Roha — want a quick tour?
Watching the scene with the two elves, Rurek felt a surge of Sordish shame. Some people really know how to get upset over trivial things!
– Oh, Jingo. You're quick, – Rurek noted, noticing the familiar, manic expression. – We didn't find Rizza, but we found the rest. I think random monsters or cheesemakers are no longer a threat to us. Or they are a threat, but not a deadly one.
Of course, the Sordish loner didn't know about the dependence of the number of monsters per square meter on the size of the team. Nor did he know about the location of all the traps around the cheesemakers' fortress. And that a beautiful girl had exchanged bodily fluids with Jingo.
- I understand. You're pretending to still be a child. It doesn't matter. People won't care. A war is brewing between the Izkans and humans. In the event of our defeat, the fate of people like you and me will not be enviable. You will need to decide which side you are on. At worst, don't interfere.