Posts from ? Ikazkan -> Tezot

- For now, there's no one else here...
- If they knew how to fight, they wouldn't need a bodyguard... We know how to hide and "make a run for it"...

Arriving at the board, Ne Dorian sees a suspicious-looking individual clad in a terrifying armor.

- Hmm... - He looked at the Osha poster. - I've heard that the people on the surface supposedly measure time, and along with that, there's an interesting rumor that Ona supposedly gives gifts every 1000 hours, and those who believe it eagerly await the repetition of this cycle. Funny.

- I alone am enough, but I wouldn't mind letting a young one learn something from me, - Mane doesn't mind controlling the secret exit with Gigantes.

On the way, Dorian remembers the fruits left by the farmer, but decides to leave their examination and tasting to others.
—Well, I believe, for example. For Ona, this is a unit of infinite power, and for someone, it may be a life-saving branch in the question of life and death! —Following the gaze of the strange guy, he looks at the poster. "And that elm really didn't waste its time..." —Are you planning to join? By the way, cool armor!

Barley asks the Hat how the recruitment is going (at home or not) and how to lure him out of the house.

- Thank you. - He bows his head, almost poking his interlocutor in the eye with the horn of his helmet. - My name is Kamu, and I don't plan to join anything. This elm turns the underground peoples into humans; what benefit would there be from my participation in this?

—Perhaps nowhere, Kamu. And Rad is my name. I also believe that the locals shouldn't emulate us, but is there another way? It is becoming increasingly difficult to isolate oneself from human ambitions, and I, as a human, see this more clearly than many locals!

- If someone powerful wanted it, this problem would resolve itself. - Looking away from his interlocutor, Kamu redirects his gaze towards the infernal throne. - And what are your ambitions, man named Rad?

—And that makes sense! I also know how to hide, and running away from a battle, if it happens, is not my style. ...Hmm, I need to quickly finish the map at home, so we'll meet at the gate. Or you can wait if you find other guards.

—For some reason, there is a fear that such a "desire" will lead to a "solution" that is even more humane than what even the locals imagine... Ambition? I am a fickle wind, and what seemed eternal yesterday no longer has meaning today. Now I am looking for a way to the surface. I think that if we find it, then all people will be able to safely go to where our true home is. You will return to your peaceful life, and we will exist in the conditions for which we were created. To me, it sounds like a win-win!

Jingo merely shrugged...

- It seems we'll have to go together after all... - to Catherine.

- If you are telling the truth, then you are even more naive than we are. Ikazkan will never be the same again, regardless of whether people leave, stay, or bring more of their kind. You can't put the meat back into the minced meat, and you can't turn the patties back into meat. But don't blame yourself and your brethren too much, human. Perhaps, if it weren't for this conservative metal contraption, things might have been a little different.
Having uttered this string of strange phrases, the elm in armor walks away.

Arriving at the familiar house, Ne-Dorian predictably finds Trans, whom he had seen before, already inside. However, this time he was made of stone, not flesh. Nearby, on the floor, sat Letty, sadly contemplating something.