Zoria didn't have time to respond: Gwizdo threw a new dart, right when the door opened on a client. Twang! The dart stuck on the middle of the forehead of the newcomer- or rather on a metal plate that he wore on a headband.

The little group rested on the bank of a river. Calm reigned, only disturbed by the snores of Gwizdo, who was fast asleep next to Hector. The two were lying on the bank. Nearby, sitting side by side under a tree, Lian-Chu and the moustached man were engaged in discussion.

Gwizdo brutally snatched the drawing from their hands and threw a sly look. "Oh yeah, you want to know what his face is telling you? 'Hello, Lian-Chu! You'll never hunt dragons again in your life because of me! You're going to ruin. Say goodbye to this pretty, well-decorated inn." Gwizdo suddenly realized that the dining room was actually very well decorated.

Just at that moment, Gwizdo and Hector came running."Oh, you could at least have waited for me", grumbled Gwizdo hypocritically.