Настучать в бубен / Hit the tambourine: Бубен_2_Пролог

Prologue

Camrad_RIP 29.05.25 в 16:10

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Camrad_RIP 29.05.25 в 16:10

Summary: For months now, you have been struggling to survive in a foreign world, a foreign society, while being a victim of someone else's adventure. The world is still as unwelcoming as ever, the people and non-humans around you constantly try to treat you according to the ancient traditions of Oglaph, and thoughts of home visit you less and less often. You have a magical gift, a completely cheat-like system that allows you to develop and use it as effectively as possible, very good living conditions, and even some prospects for finding loyal allies and comrades-in-arms. And everything seems to be fine, and one could say everything is wonderful, but the web of events continues to entangle you in a dense cocoon.

Camrad_RIP 05.06.25 в 20:17

Only one thing is clear: you need to watch the bells.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.25 в 16:17

From the author: After trying for some time to fill in the text for a couple of dormant projects, I decided not to put the second part of the shamanic adventures on hold for too long. As a last resort, I will try to alternate this text with another one that is still in draft form – a chapter here, a chapter there.

Camrad_RIP 05.06.25 в 20:18

Warnings: This hentai was written with brainwashing and elves, and in some places, two of the three conditions were added – the elves are not yet available to the hero. The warnings are exactly the same as for the first part: the hero is dull, the meaning is zero, the plot is flat, and beautiful girls are brainwashed for erotic purposes. And beautiful girls do the same to the hero. In general, it is better not to read this trash, but if you have already opened it, then know: you have been warned.

Camrad_RIP 05.06.25 в 20:18

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Prologue
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Camrad_RIP 29.05.25 в 16:15

This place was so unremarkable that its unremarkableness could itself have become a distinctive feature, were it not so remarkably unremarkable. It was simply a clearing in the middle of the forest, partially overgrown with bushes, left over from a long-ago fire, with no trace of it to be found here now. In the middle of the clearing lay a moss-covered boulder, almost completely buried in the damp earth. Birds sang, gradually preparing for winter, the autumn sun still warming the soil with its rays, and it would take almost a day to reach the walls of the glorious free city of Morgrave on foot along the road. But there are no roads here, so it will take a lot of time just to get out of this thicket to the nearest country road, trying not to break your legs in the windbreaks.

Camrad_RIP 05.06.25 в 20:20

In the middle of this clearing, the only notable feature was a small fire burning. Nearby, sitting on a boulder that did not look comfortable, was someone wrapped in heavy, loose clothing, very reminiscent of a vagrant looking for a safe place to spend the night. A torn cloak, hands wrapped in rags, a bandana covering the lower part of the face, while the upper part is hidden by the tattered hood of the cloak. The figure roasts mushrooms gathered here on the fire, skewering them on freshly cut raw sticks, and stares at a single point, seemingly asleep. Asleep and unaware of the already almost invisible silhouettes of spirits hiding in the gusts of wind, piercing the clearing and the surrounding forest with a frequent sieve, feeling and groping for any hidden detail, be it a trap, an ambush, a cunning curse, or two dozen explosive amulets under the buttocks of the person sitting there.

Camrad_RIP 05.06.25 в 20:22

These silhouettes come in several layers, unceremoniously and not particularly concealing themselves. Even if some of them are clearly hiding behind the groups on display, they find only emptiness and a lone traveller who continues to fry mushrooms and seems to pay no attention to anything. Of course, the place is remote for lone wanderers, who could easily become food for forest animals or get lost and die of hunger. But you can't help but believe this person is indeed a wanderer. And if they wandered here, then maybe they really did get lost. Following the invisible spirits, who are on the verge of incarnation, come the very material guests. They comb through and scan the surrounding glade with a fine-toothed comb, and a keen ear can hear crunching and rustling, even though many of the seekers are quite skilled at moving unnoticed through forests and other wild areas.

Camrad_RIP 05.06.25 в 20:24

The flash of a combat staff marks the snake that found its final resting place in the hot flames, having very unfortunately under the foot of a nervous fighter. Quiet curses are heard, but nothing more. The main negotiations take place exclusively through amulets, transmitting thoughts rather than voices, or whispers rather than loud cries; there is no need to speak aloud. The culmination of the incomprehensible movements is the emergence of four men onto the clearing, all of them very formidable and openly dangerous, dangerous even in themselves. And being drunk with combat potions to the point of intoxication, with protective and offensive amulets, they are downright deadly. A curious eye might notice that the equipment of all four combined classic wands and amulets of high artifact craftsmanship, with bracelets and talismans of wild magic that looked strange in such a neighborhood. Each of them had several feathers in their hair, sticking out from under their helmets, and on their wide, rune-covered belts hung rabbit tails and ropes woven from herbs. Instead of plaques and coats of arms on their armor, they had fangs and claws tied with rough thread or even sinew.

Camrad_RIP 07.06.25 в 20:23

But the same curious eye could see that the most expensive and deadly part of their equipment was the wild and ridiculous-looking trinkets. Yes, the wands and amulets were expensive, high-quality, and represented the best that money could buy, and not only money. For example, the ridiculous fox tail hanging from the very rear, directly from under the iron skirt, was an anchor for summoning an entity that could fight the entire quartet in their equipment and win. And they had more than one such anchor, each of the four of them. They survey the clearing, feeling the eyes of those who hide themselves in their amulets looking through their eyes, the eyes of the one who equipped them and to whom they remain loyal, even if only as the wife of their master and employer. But they see the same emptiness and even a sleeping vagrant who does not pay any attention to them. With the aura and state of the life forces of an ordinary person, with the spiritual reflection of such a person, with authentic clothing and equipment. Exchanging glances with each other, the four exchange looks, and then the commander signals with his eyes to a subordinate standing nearby to go and check. The latter reveals the sacramental “Why me?” with a single glance, to which he receives a logical answer through a glance: “Because I said so, damn it!” with which he had to silently agree.

Camrad_RIP 15.06.25 в 16:42

"Hey, don't sleep, you'll get robbed! Or you'll shit yourself." He speaks bluntly but without exaggeration, ready at any moment to strike back at a disguised enemy. "What are you doing here? And anyway, get out of here, like, forever."

Camrad_RIP 15.06.25 в 16:43

"I'm not asleep." He answers in a very young voice, by the way, not at all surprised, and his behavior is such that there is less and less doubt that he is not a vagrant at all, just that the scanning amulets of all four turned out to be crap. “Check everything and call the guests, and anyway, move away, you're getting in the way of the cooking process.”

Camrad_RIP 15.06.25 в 16:43

Rerik, nicknamed Crumbs by his friends for that long-ago incident in which he was thrown by the blast wave straight into a pottery shop, smashing its contents to smithereens, was a simple man, yet competent and even professionally savvy. Realizing that his scan was crap and that he had walked a very thin rope stretched across a bottomless abyss, he just silently clenched his buns and, at the same time, checked the bonfire with mushrooms, just in case they weren't mushrooms, but some kind of explosives or bottles with a toxic cloud. After that, he apologized politely in a slightly squeaky voice, stepped back, and showed the commander with his eyes how grateful he was. About ten minutes later, after another wave of scanning magic, this time the classic kind, using amulets and artifacts instead of spirits, the sound of footsteps was heard. These were the footsteps of three individuals who were not very accustomed to walking through the thicket, who were not even trying to hide or disguise their arrival in any way.

Camrad_RIP 15.06.25 в 16:45

"Well, you've really gone into the middle of nowhere!" The youngest of the three spoke first, brushing cobwebs out of her hair and glaring accusingly at the man sitting and roasting mushrooms. "Why are you dressed in rags? Why did you even want to talk here?"

Camrad_RIP 07.06.25 в 20:24

"I am also pleased to see you, Singha." Calmly and without reacting to the blatant violation of etiquette and negotiation rules, the loner responds before the speaker's father can take a deep breath. "Likewise, honourable Urvag and Maega. I have heard much about you, though I have not met you personally."

Camrad_RIP 05.06.25 в 20:25

All three guests involuntarily stare blankly for a few seconds, simply because they cannot comprehend either the appearance of their interlocutor or the fact that they are talking to an ordinary, unremarkable person, a young man even. Whereas they had certainly not come to meet him, which forces the one named Maego to flare up with power, letting a mighty spirit into her body. Her eyes take on vertical pupils and shine with gold, but the best of her invisible servants, who can see through her eyes, see exactly the same thing she does. The original plan for the conversation was somehow imperceptibly and very quickly disrupted, and in the shaman's heart and mind, a quite understandable anger, as she sees it, is brewing.

Camrad_RIP 07.06.25 в 20:26

"I don't see that joy." In your deeds. She squeezes it out very quietly, without shouting or anger, but Urvag, her husband, immediately begins to prepare to hold his wife's hands, knowing full well how deceptive such calmness is and how much more dangerous it is than screaming rage. “You called us. To talk. We came. To this thicket. To talk to you, khao-seran! To you! Not a puppet!”

Camrad_RIP 15.06.25 в 16:49

"Huh? What?" The individual who invited them here asks, sounding somewhat lost and certainly not frightened, and then makes a sound resembling a stifled laugh, which almost infuriates the woman even more, although it would seem that she could hardly be more angry. “Ah, I see. No, I'm not speaking through a resonator, although I was tempted to, I won't hide it. It's just a disguise for my aura, but I'm so used to it that I hardly ever leave the house without it. And sometimes I forget to take it off at home.”

Camrad_RIP 15.06.25 в 16:50

Maega believed him immediately, not because of his heartfelt and disarming audacity, but because he had removed his disguise and revealed his true spirit and will. Maega acknowledged that, in terms of pure aura, she was still slightly stronger, but she was plagued by doubts that she had now been shown everything. These doubts did not prevent her from staring intently at her interlocutor, searching for familiar features, echoes, and images, but finding only emptiness. Whoever her interlocutor was, she did not know him, nor did she know his father or mother; such features cannot be hidden so reliably.

Camrad_RIP 07.06.25 в 20:27

"Well, since we have already demonstrated each other's magical abilities, I suggest we move on to introductions, my dear sir." Urvag, who had been silent until now, interjects, doing so appropriately and gracefully, as befits a negotiator of his level and experience. "I confess that your manner of conducting meetings is somewhat confusing, but I simply cannot resist the desire to thank my daughter's savior in person for a little longer. There is no ambush here, as we have all seen, but conversation is still impossible until we seal our silence about its details with an oath."

Camrad_RIP 15.06.25 в 16:51

Dressed in rags, the savior silently points his finger at the four, who are not going anywhere, conveying the whole question with a single gesture. Urvag just smiled his most sincere smile, behind which hides the steel-strong grin of someone used to expecting meanness and betrayal from anyone at any moment. He spreads his arms as if apologizing, without changing the tone of his smile or allowing even the slightest hint of distrust to creep into his voice.

Camrad_RIP 15.06.25 в 16:52

"Oh, believe me, all four of my companions are personally bound to me by a blood oath, and they have already sworn additional pledges that they will voluntarily deprive themselves of any memory of every second of this meeting and the details of our conversation." He does not add that all four agreed to this not for free, nor does he specify the obvious fact that he will not agree to send them away first, no matter what promises are made.

Camrad_RIP 15.06.25 в 16:53

"All right, then." The loner simply nods, removing twigs with mushrooms from the fire, and then dripping several scarlet drops into the flames, having managed to cut himself at some unknown point. "I will summon the spirits we agreed upon in advance, only them and no one else. We will conclude a pact of silence, and then, then we will talk."

Camrad_RIP 05.06.25 в 20:27

Urvag is tense to the limit, expecting treachery or deceit from any side, any direction. His faithful and beloved wife is also like a taut string, waiting and preparing to respond. But what is most unsettling is the anticipatory and almost triumphant expression on his daughter's face, because Singh seems to be struggling to keep himself from laughing out loud. Urvag de Lomer, the second man in his entire Trading House, who did not become its head mainly because he was not sure whether he could handle such responsibility, never considered himself a man with a working and effective premonition of the future. All his guesses and insights were the result of personal attentiveness, vast experience, and the ability to piece together various small details. But right now, for perhaps the first time in his life, he understood, with stunning clarity, what was to come.

Camrad_RIP 15.06.25 в 16:54

Judging by the satisfied smile on his beloved daughter's face, all the theories and versions that he and Maega had prepared for themselves, all the templates and options, turned out to be worthless. In general, these plans and theories could have been written down on soft, expensive paper and then used to wipe one's ass. And judging by the barely noticeable smile, carefully suppressed, someone who was not Urvag might have missed this hint of expression, discernible even under a rag mask, from the savior of his daughter, who had invited them to talk, but he did not doubt it.

Camrad_RIP 15.06.25 в 16:56

"Well, I begin the invocation, walking in reverse pulsating smoothness and resonating with this very fire." Next came several minutes of descriptions of purely shamanic terms, which Maega understood perfectly, but Urvag did not. “And yes, when we confirm our mutual obligations, I will take the liberty of checking the quality of the memory erasure of your retinue. Not through personal involvement, but through practical advice from a slightly experienced amateur.”

Camrad_RIP 24.06.25 в 18:42

Urvag was not pleased with this clarification, nor was Maega, but they both understood perfectly well that their interlocutor had the right doubt. They doubted him no less. A barely audible throat chant sounded, and the protective spirits of his beloved came at his call, openly shielding them from possible betrayal. The stranger's call also brought spirits, cutting off, freezing, and blocking the area around the clearing. Not being a magician himself, Urvag was equipped with the best amulets, including a sensory tiara-hoop, so he could appreciate the skill on display. This shaman did not simply blur the picture; he blocked the background at some primitive level, confining all the turmoil of magic to the clearing itself, as if turning the usual flow of energy inside out. Urvag, who had already managed to set in motion several intrigues that would help explain things to Duke August's people when they began to look for the reasons and traces of such a large-scale ritual, suddenly realized that he might not have to explain anything at all. Simply because no one would ask, no one would notice anything.

Camrad_RIP 24.06.25 в 18:43

A whole herd of cold drops ran down her back, barely noticeable to anyone except her loving husband, who knew his wife perfectly well, and Maega shuddered. The skill demonstrated was in itself a broad gesture, the broadest even. There have always been very few specialists in such a sensitive subject as concealing large-scale magical rituals. Such knowledge was never advertised, and those who possessed it were extremely reluctant to demonstrate their knowledge in front of strangers. Morion de Mont Ros, head of Duke Augustus' secret guard and his distant relative, would have given a great deal for a description and detailed instructions on creating such a protective circle, which covered a large part of the forest and all secondary ritual activities from possible observation. You can't help but realize that their partner is also taking a risk and betting a lot on this meeting... and you also realize that his secrets may prove to be truly insurmountable even for such big fish as the venerable de Lomer.

Camrad_RIP 24.06.25 в 19:15

And spirits howled, the air seethed, and magic poured from the mouths and bodies of those who spoke with the spirits. Several times, they almost broke down, attacking each other, the tension was so high that it could have been strung on a lute instead of strings. If it weren't for Singha, who seemed to know not only her parents but also her savior very well, sometimes predicting disaster well in advance, the deal would have fallen through. Urvag even felt a pang of fatherly pride that his daughter had not only immersed herself in the affairs and science of the future khao-seahar, but had also learned his craft, at least superficially. She managed to smooth over the conflict situation in the front-line negotiations, despite the high level of mutual distrust, as if following the textbook of the venerable Emeret de Forisande, in an exemplary and demonstrative manner.

Camrad_RIP 24.06.25 в 19:17

And, after several very long hours, the agreement was concluded, oaths were sworn, and the insanely powerful fear-mongering entity summoned by their new partner was successfully invoked, nearly breaking through the blockade suppressing magical disturbances and causing Maegu to become extremely nervous. Judging by what Urvag could understand, even Singhф's most detailed descriptions could not fully convey the depth of the strangeness, power, and danger of that spirit, or khao, which this individual had managed to summon with such ease, as if he did something like this every moon. On the other hand, considering the rumors gathered in Dantmark, his mocking assumption may turn out to be quite true. Who else but someone capable of fending off several higher demons at once would summon such creatures?

Camrad_RIP 07.06.25 в 20:30

But no matter how much his nerves and endurance were strained in the hours before the solemn oath was taken, to which all the invisible servants summoned by Maega added their strength. Although Urvag did not understand why his partner did not want to reinforce the general oath with the small altar-relic of Damokar. The true limit of that endurance had to be demonstrated later. When the oaths were taken, his daughter's savior confirmed aloud the lifting of the ban on Singha's disclosure of information. To be honest, Urvag expected a lot, almost anything, but he was still extremely surprised and even shocked.

Camrad_RIP 07.06.25 в 20:32

And who wouldn't be?

Camrad_RIP 02.06.25 в 19:52

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Camrad_RIP 29.05.25 в 16:17

"Ah-ha-ha-ha! U-u-u-u-h, you big-eared pest! You are so beautiful, you forest bitch, so beautiful!" Urvag burst out laughing again against his will, prompted not only by genuine merriment but also by a bottle and a half of very strong island rum, drunk almost in one go, ignoring the threat of either intoxication or simply a wildly painful hangover. “And she didn't lie, not a single word, not a single syllable, oh, so hilarious! So beautifully, oh, so beautifully she fooled everyone, huh? Simply magnificent, simply my sincere, ha-ha-ha, respect!"

Camrad_RIP 07.06.25 в 20:34

Maega, in response to another bout of merriment from her husband, who was gradually and imperceptibly becoming intoxicated, merely glanced at him irritably, repeatedly suppressing her own smile. She was not a merchant by nature or upbringing, but even so, she appreciated Les's intrigue and the outstanding play of words and innuendo in their performance. After all, trade, high diplomacy, and shamanic rituals have a lot in common because both are essentially attempts to get as much as possible while paying as little as possible, and ideally, to get paid extra on top of that.

Camrad_RIP 05.06.25 в 20:29

However, her husband's cheerfulness did not prevent her from communicating with her daughter in detail and very intensely, constantly breaking into another cry, but each time pulling herself together. Well, yes, it's hard not to break down when the oath she had taken opened up the possibility of sharing even more examples of how her daughter could have died in a particularly horrible way. Or, even worse, not die.

Camrad_RIP 07.06.25 в 20:35

The thread of their conversation, which was constantly interrupted by a series of joint meditations and exchanges of images, Urvag lost sight of after about the first glass and could not find it. Although he understood certain moments, of course, and was also impressed, albeit more restrainedly. His daughter had become not just stronger, but so much stronger that it was somehow uncomfortable, because she was now just a step away from the title of another master, or chao-seahar, and the prospects were such that he had every chance of becoming the father of a full-fledged magister of steppe shamanism in the very near future. Or the husband of an archmage. Turned out to be not at all who they thought he was, Pann agreed in principle to share his Tablet not only with his daughter but with her mother too. The question of payment remained, and, of course, trust, because they still had to check once again whether the divided Tablet of the Soul would affect the will of his own daughter.

Camrad_RIP 07.06.25 в 20:37

Meanwhile, while Maega once again argues with her daughter about which two of the listed terrifyingly powerful khaos should become their family contract due to the expenditure of a certain “drop of talent,” as well as which of the available specializations Singh will bring to a level comparable to her mastery of working with the steppe winds, all he could do was drink. And, of course, laugh. Because success. Even though it was a risk to his daughter's life and soul, she managed to get out of it, even though she got into terrible trouble herself. And not just get out of it! Such an acquaintance and such a chance... Urvag knew perfectly well that sometimes the most amazing and profitable trade contracts, which determined the House's path for many decades, could be concluded under the most unexpected conditions.

Camrad_RIP 07.06.25 в 20:40

The great-great-great-grandfather of the current head managed to break into the high-quality steel trade solely because he met his future partner in a gay brothel! Neither of the two acquaintances was homosexual and ended up there purely by accident. He himself would not have believed it, but they later swore before their wives at the altar that they had really entered the wrong door and were not looking for forbidden pleasures. Or the story of his aunt's distant relative, who saved a random merchant from being robbed, and he died in her guard's arms, only asking her to deliver a box to an address. She did so, knowing that the address was the location of one of the Duke's secret guard nests. The result was several extremely lucrative contracts from the family of August de Mont Ros. And a mandatory check by their family mentalist, under oath, that he would not look at anything unnecessary and would not leave anything of his own in the mind of the person being checked, of course. The duke's wolves were very afraid that a relative might have looked at the contents of the box.

Camrad_RIP 07.06.25 в 21:17

"Dear! Urvag! I understand everything, I find it funny too! Very funny. And I laughed with you! The first few times!" Maega's sharp and broken tone spoke better than anything else about how tense and agitated she was, because in normal circumstances, the wife knew how to express herself in a way that would be the envy of many rhetoricians... Another thing was that she herself was almost always very emotional and saw no reason to change her manner of speech. “Stop distracting me, or at least cover yourself with silence! We're talking about something important! Really important!”

Camrad_RIP 07.06.25 в 20:42

"I understand everything, dear? It's just... it's just complete erkmonteshagel!" He couldn't resist using strong language, earning himself an even more severe look from Maega, who had already made concessions to him, trying from time to time to briefly explain in “the language of the ungifted” everything they had discussed, and even questioning his daughter here, in the secret negotiations room, rather than in his “white house,” where he is not allowed to go. “Well, she's really good, that big-eared bitch! Ugh! We should bring her to our Negotiations Wing...”

Camrad_RIP 24.06.25 в 19:38

"Whom?" She asks, slightly puzzled and even with a hint of amusement, while he realizes the significance of his inadvertent remark. "I doubt there is anything that could buy the skill of Sivila. Furthermore, you are intoxicated, my husband."

Camrad_RIP 24.06.25 в 19:18

The soft, warm, enveloping breeze seemed to cool his heated mind, calming him and restoring clarity of thought even through the protective amulets. They deliberately left each other a loophole in case they had to cover for each other — a classic combat unit pairing, but for only two people, because after careful consideration, they decided not to include Singha in the chain. Distrust was poisonous and simply painful for a loving father, but Urvag was used to enduring even greater moral torment. Fortunately, none of his fears were confirmed, although the checks would now go through a new cycle, but it was better to be a fussy, overcautious person than a calm and confident corpse. Or a brainless puppet dancing to its master's tune.

Camrad_RIP 24.06.25 в 19:41

"Thank you, dear, I really did go too far. Emotions, you know, I couldn't help myself." Nodding and bowing his head slightly, without getting up from his chair, he received the same nod in response, for both were too emotionally drained to argue and make up, too much had fallen on them. "I'll leave you to discuss your secret matters, or move to your yurt if that's more convenient. But I want a brief summary... of everything. Including the possibility of extending this Tablet to you. They don't offer something like this for free or for good relations. And what the venerable one has already offered us, so that... only good things would follow him, Pann, they don't offer that for free, and they won't offer it for money, even a lot of money. Let me believe, it would be very difficult to lie to him under such oaths, that he rewarded Singha for her help in a battle worse than death. Let him. But for the same gift to you, my beloved, he will demand three, six, ten skins from us, and still sell us short. So that he sells us short, and we don't overpay... well, let's discuss it together, shall we?"

Camrad_RIP 24.06.25 в 19:43

His wife's smile was truly sincere and loving. She understood everything that was left unsaid, understood that her husband was ready to bargain down to the last penny for her sake and for what Skrizhal could give her, and, if necessary, get himself into debt up to his ears again, as he had done when he paid her relatives an enormous and impossibly arrogant dowry. He sincerely surprised both of them and her by overcoming any greed and considering their relationship far more valuable than anything he could get for the “gifts” he had spent. Yes, that's right. She wanted the same thing she had received, and now she boasted about it to her beloved daughter and heiress. She wanted it, but she understood that in many ways her desire depended on her husband's consent. It was unlikely that Pann, the mighty chao-seran, already practically a chao-seyarat, would take the debt only from her, but not from her husband and everything he could take from the House of Commerce de Lomer. And the thought that her husband and beloved immediately and unconditionally supported her warmed her heart like a warm hearth in the middle of the cold steppe wind.

Camrad_RIP 24.06.25 в 21:23

But Singha struggled to hold back another doomed sigh, catching the unspoken hints and exchanges of glances between her parents. Knowing them both well, and having gotten to know her companion quite well, whom she would very much like to call a friend and, perhaps, something more... She was very pleased with her quick wit. Because she had to literally force Pann to agree, convincing him time and time again not to even think about hinting at giving away the gift of the Tablets for nothing. Well, not quite for free, but what Pann had originally planned to receive would have been given to him anyway, simply for saving her life, as well as for the cloak stored next to the hearth of the White Yurt, which had been given to her as a gift. It's not that she was against sharing the burden and dignity of the Tablets with her mother, no, of course not! She would have been only too happy to do so!

Camrad_RIP 24.06.25 в 21:24

But if Pann had made his original offer right away, her mother would have attacked him on the spot. There are no such offers; such gifts are not given so easily, which means there must be some kind of trickery, some kind of terrible catch. At best, her mother's suspicion could have been kept at bay, but then they would have parted ways, and she would have had to spend a long time trying to melt the ice of mutual distrust between all the participants in that conversation in the clearing, lost in the forest. At moments like these, when Pann showed himself to be such an unreasonable fool, she wanted to scream. She would have explained, but he simply couldn't understand how much he was actually offering, how valuable his Tablet was, and how priceless the gifts of his ilash-лhao-tar were.

Camrad_RIP 07.06.25 в 21:13

Well, now Pann will have Singha. She will prompt and explain.

Camrad_RIP 29.05.25 в 16:42