After the dog had it's hair you both decided to go and check the stables.
- I can't remember what we were talking about during the feast - you laughed
Bucketotil lighted up:
- You told your story, then I told mine. Next about fortress and rulership, about problems. About everyday routine, who is responsible of what and about punishment to whose who works bad. About local conflicts and mean words.
- Oh, I'm starting to remember - you nodded.
- Mr. Fernokzam as it was ordered wasn't attending the feast. He was keeping order and caring about queen Ivety's comfort.
- Mr. Fernokzam?..Ok, later... Listen, you were bringing the letter from Kisat, right?
- Well, actually the words only. I've lost the letter itself.
- And what was in it?
- Emmm.. she was happy you are a king now and happy for you. Happy that you keep your word and about some deal. Emm... something about tonnels. About alliance or truce...
- Rapprochement of homes?
- I guess. She asked to specify what do you mean by that. And that she is thumbs up about your minecart into her tonnels...something like that.
- Oh man!
- I guess that's it. Than she said her trusted person to bring your answer to Arol-Iton back. But that trusted person, my escort, died during the journey. Pretty graphically.
- How is that?
- Blew himself on a trap. He was trown around in small smoking pieces. It was where Shorast was leading us to from Accarutong.
- Ruins on the surface? Sealed entrance?
- Yeah. And also mountains and sky on the sunset. And the bridge was blown up by the way.
- Hmm.. I was there. We didn't mine the entrance. I wonder who did it?
- Ohh, I don't know. Heard something about Shorast?
- I've seen him last time there. He found himself a wife and they settled down in some other place. I was smoking a lot of elven weed that days so don't remember exactly. Know nothing about the others.
Approaching the stables you saw pretty expectable afterparty scene. There were Nasod and Slagavarot. The latter was without his pants.