Two girls, carried away by conversation, walked along a forest path.

“And when Venta added magical magma to her invention, then it exploded so that the floor of the Loft laboratory smashed!” As he was furious, there would still be so much equipment, ”Sangia said with a laugh.

- What is she funny, so she managed to find a suitable source of energy, reduce the size?

- Well, how to say, at first its “Pyromus”, was the size of a good cart ...

- Pyromuz? - Olivia asked in surprise.

- Well, yes, she herself christened him so, it just looked like a pyramid, and why I think music is understandable to you.

- And what, he can actually keep in himself sounds, speech and even music?

- Exactly! Venta is a talented, funny girl, and the dwarf is unlike either character or appearance.

- Hmm! - companion answered thoughtfully.

Two companions did not have time to notice how they passed the edge of the forest and in front of their eyes thick thickets of raspberries opened up.

“So let's camp here for the night, and then cross the black peak in the morning,” suggested Roweel pointing her finger at the mountain range that stood out for an extinct volcano.

They lit a fire, finding a cozy place to spend the night and putting a few protective spells (several scrolls and a couple of amulets) inherited from hospitable bandits, the girls prepared for sleepy-full talk after a good dinner. The gentle rays of the setting sun gently warmed a small glade in front of the raspberries thickets.

- Rowell, can I ask you something? - excitedly began Olivia.

- Mmm?

“You knew what that guy would do, you deliberately provoked him?”

“You could say that,” she explained.

“Do you think it's okay, just take and kill a person like that?” - slightly silent, asked Collins

- Is it normal when such a person kills others just like that?

Olivia was silent for some time, the girl threw a stick of coal into the fire, watching the sparks fly from the light blows.

“Well, there must be mercy, there is a court,” Olivia began with new thoughts.

“It must be, but he showed that he wasn’t worthy, and he didn’t get to court,” Rowell grinned.

She settled herself more comfortably on her mat next to the fire; she did not escape her attention, as Olivia frowned.

“You consider me an unfeeling monster?” Sangia asked curiously.

- No, no, you! - frightened waved her hands blonde.

“He is a thief, a murderer, and even the rapist turns out to be, not only Skif, all his comrades were engaged in dirty business,” the warrior raised her tone. I joined their company long before you, saw what they were doing, they did not reach the killings when I was, but it was not difficult to guess that they did not stop at that.

“Yeah,” Olivia murmured distractedly, she thoughtfully listened to her friend.

“Forgive me for using you, but I hate such people and do not think long about their forgiveness,” Rowell finished melancholically. “You still don't know Ripen, that bitch is completely crazy,” she chuckled.

Olivia paused, without answering, the girl tried to change the subject. After a few minutes, using all my knowledge of history, Sangia told about the history of an extinct volcano - the black peak. In ancient times, he was active and many had plans for him. In addition to Lacerts, Elves fought for him, abundantly inhabiting the forests and southern clans of dwarfs at that time. The red-hot mouth provided a wonderful opportunity for forging high quality weapons, which was especially important during times of protracted conflicts. A lot of bloody battles took place then, as a result of the Lacertes of them came out victorious, after decades the clans of gnomes began to migrate south, and in the local forests the elves became less and less.But the irony was that the volcano began to fade, and no magic could help stop its extinction. As a result, the Latserts completely moved to the east, beyond the distant mountains, and the giant's once full billowing lava, continually casting it down to the nearest land, was dubbed "black peak" as an eternal mockery of lizards, elves and gnomes whose blood was shed here

At the end of the story, Sangia noticed that she completely killed Olivia with her narration and, wishing each other good night, the girls went to bed.

Olivia woke up with the first rays of the sun, rising, she looked at her companion, she was still sleeping peacefully. Silently getting up, the blonde threw off the already battered sandals and straightened the dress, went barefoot on the wet grass. Droplets of dew glistened on the leaves, creating an indescribable feeling of how bare feet in contact with the ground. The girl went into the woods and decided to walk a little, completely immersed in their thoughts. She could not understand why she was so attracted to Sanghia, on the one hand she was afraid of her, and on the other, Colins, like a curious mouse, followed the cat. The girl wandered thoughtfully between the trees. What should she do after Sangia decides all her affairs with lazerts, and by the way, what kind of things she knew about them too ... Where will Rowell go and what is the most important thing, where will she go? There were too many questions in Olivia’s head and too few answers to all this ...

The girl returned to their improvised camp and, having walked around him, seized a small basket and their belongings, went to the raspberries. Thickets of woody stems formed a dense barrier. Olivia carefully wriggled through him, trying to get away. Having gone deeper, she spread her shoots aside, freeing herself a place for a cozy clearing. The blonde sat on the ground and inhaled the spicy scent of raspberry, closed her eyes, relaxed. Even the breeze did not penetrate here, and unlike their campsite, where it was already getting quite hot, there was a pleasant coolness. At first Olivia saw nothing, but gradually everything around her began to take shape. Before Collins there was a distinct picture: a branching root system turning into raspberry stalks, a lot of leaves, she saw bright red drops of berries. In addition to the fruits themselves, no other colors distracted her, everything else was seen in grayish shades, although, nevertheless, the images that appeared in her head were so clear that without opening your eyes you could reach out and touch everything ... The girl is noisy sighed, she herself could not describe how she does it, but she seems to be talking to the plants, and they answer her. The shoots turned in the direction of Olivia, trying to show the berries at the most favorable angle. Opening her eyes, she saw the blushing glow of yummy. Collins stiffened: "'Come on, I have to succeed! “” She thought. Olivia stared at the nearest berry, it was not clear who should have won in this silent duel. But the raspberry did not want to be defeated and hung sturdily on the stalk, striking with its stubbornness. Finally, the fruit could not stand it and slowly slipped from its bed, the berry flew a few centimeters, made a couple of fancy pas and fell like a stone to the ground. “Wonderful, just wonderful,” Olivia mocked herself gloomily. She picked up her victim and threw it into the basket. The first of the whole regiment, in the near future she had something to do ...

From the peaceful struggle with the berries of raspberry, it brought out loud cries:

“Olivia, damn it, where are you ?!”

- Yes, here I am, here! - responded the girl surprised by such rude expressions.

There was a noise, a few whistles of the sword and that through which the blonde was quietly making her way trying not to break, now Rowell lay before her feet. Sangia stood, expressing her dissatisfaction with all her appearance:

- And what are you doing?

- What about me? - blinked Collins.

“Why did you go here, do you even remember what I told you?” - angrily continued Rowell. Without me, do not go anywhere!

- Well, you slept well, - the girl tried to justify herself.

- Did it ever occur to you to wake me up? ...