Refl periodically tapped his finger on the table. He looked up without tilting his head. The cobwebs were still on the ceiling and they seemed more prominent and darker than the last time he remembered. He had to filter hard for that the dust lingering in the air didn't make him sneeze.
"Gamael is dead and so does the entire camp?"
Lenu was lounging on the sofa with his head facing the ceiling. "I swear you never see anything like that."
"You expect me to believe that?" asked Refl. ( They are probably the reason why the forest was in such a state, however, to kill an entire camp of Burgeon Swan is... overwhelming ). "I'm serious here, Lenu, I didn't buy all that crap for you to make a lie."
"What do you mean crap? This sofa is soft and made out of the highest quality leather you can get in the market," said Lenu. "It's true, you can check the camp yourself... or should I say, why not ask Teacher Lyon himself."
