Posts from Ritnaran Lekras (Heroist) Auto-translated

-Alright, I don't really care anyway. I'll just go up to the roof and admire the stars, - decided the wizard. - And if it turns out to be uncomfortable up there, that's okay, there's enough space for everyone.
Rithnaran headed to the roof.

Of course, it wasn't very comfortable on the roof. But the air was fresh enough, pleasant, not too dry, not too humid. In the distance, you could hear birds singing and the mating calls of common anomaloparachudozavrs, which added a special, romantic atmosphere to this night.
There were practically no insects, contrary to Lasar's fears. The word "practically" means that everything was calm throughout the night, but in the early morning, when the sun had already begun to cast its first rays from behind the trees, a fly the size of a small elephant (a dwarf elephant, whose scale is comparable to a cat) landed on Ritnaran with a buzzing sound.

Scale = Size?

Ritnaran was a little scared. What if it bites? He decided to blow it away with air magic, but carefully.

He started to blow on it, but the fly was clearly too heavy for that. However, a piercing scream from Lasar came from below, so the fly flew away on its own.

"Well, one less problem," thought Ritnaran. "I hate insects... What's that noise? Could it be that a hungry dinosaur actually made it into the hut?"
The mage quickly got up from the ground and ran to the lower floor, if you could call it that.

The first thing he saw was another fly, having flown out the window. It was even a little bigger. Then Lasara, with wide-open eyes. Then the old man, who was slowly getting up and yawning, stretching. And only then did he see his pillow – it was a fly. A dead one.

-Ha. - Ritnaran smiled. - Apparently, you have a special fly swatter for such flies, don't you? - he said to the old man. - Maybe you know if they bite? Because Lasar and I got a little scared.

--Oh, no, what are you talking about? These are just annoying flies. They simply find a very strange pleasure in landing on humanoids during sunrise,” the old man yawned. “They don’t bite, they don’t lay eggs, they don’t do anything at all, they just land with a terrible buzzing sound, as if we are a very comfortable, soft sofa for them. And then they observe the reaction. I sometimes wonder how they lived on this island without me and without you? It’s probably a very important part of their lives, but there aren’t many humanoids here, and there weren’t any at all before,” he looked around and saw that he had something under his head. “AAAAA, what the [censored] is this?!?!!? I WAS SLEEPING ON THIS?!?!

Rithnaran smiled. He thought the old man was so stern that he used giant flies instead of a pillow.
-Hmm, well, obviously...- he replied to the old man, barely containing his laughter. - Okay... At least thank you... for calming me down. But let's not repeat that after you... just in case...- To avoid bursting out laughing, Rithnaran turned sharply towards the exit. - Okay, I'll just... go get some fresh air. And you can see how the fly... uh, I mean the nettle, is doing. See if it's dried out...

Lasar went with Ritnaran: he needed to recover from the shock, and the weather was nice. After a while, the old man came out:
-- It doesn't seem too bad, just some nettles. You could dry it a bit more, of course, but you know better about that, I haven't done that before.

Once the “drying” process is complete, we will need to soften the dried fibers. This can be done by hand. Or with something like a rolling pin (after spreading the nettle on a flat, even surface). The thinner you want the rope to be, the more carefully you need to soften the nettle fibers.
After completing the process, you should have a large number of soft fibers, each at least a meter long. Separate some of the fibers, about the thickness you plan to make the rope. Securely fix the ends, then divide the bundle into three parts and braid a tight braid.

-I think we can get to work, - said Ritnaran. - The faster we make the rope, the faster we can get out of here. But... maybe we should eat something first? - he looked at the old man. - Do you have any food? And also - I think it would be better to stock up on supplies, in case we finish building the raft. The journey may take longer.

--Yes, there's still a little bit of meat left, a hind leg of a wyvern. But there won't be much, will there?

"The legs of a three-meter dinosaur?!" Ritnaran pondered. "I don't think the southern islands are that far away. We have enough supplies for a couple of days if we ration them. Besides, I don't want to waste any more time on this island hunting those monsters. Let's have breakfast with what you have – he pointed to the old man – besides the leg, of course, finish the rope, and then we'll build the raft."

--There are snails, but I'm afraid they've already gone bad, they've been lying around for three days. We can collect some new ones.

-Hmm, I've always been curious about trying snails. Are they at least a little tasty? - the mage inquired. - And where can I find them? And also - I hope they aren't the same size as that "creature" flying by - with these words, the mage pointed at a fly buzzing past.