– You do realize that we can see you, right?

Micksling looked in the direction where the two red heads had just disappeared into the snowdrifts. What were these assholes hoping for? He grinned, putting his hands in his pockets: the frost here was simply disgusting. Glancing sideways at Malda, who was looking in the same direction sternly and gloomily, the man realized that his stepbrother did not share Verdun's amusement at the current situation. But Maldarion had been angry since the very morning, when that red-haired girl, who was now unsuccessfully trying to hide in the snow and follow them unnoticed, climbed into the library window, which their double priest, Agent Augustine, kindly opened for them. Shaking his bald head, the bald goblin dejectedly took out his violin, realizing that Malde would not give these two a chance to escape. If it had been up to Mick, he wouldn't have noticed them at all, let them be amused, but now he couldn't get away with it, and he couldn't ignore them either. The bard easily played a simple melody on his favorite violin, and the snow melted with the help of magic, showing in all its glory two guys who looked like drops of water, with the difference that the girl was, it seems, an elf, and the bearded guy was a human.

– What are we doing here, huh?