"Did you hear anything?"
On the other side of the lakeshore's patrol area, a robed white-faced male wizard with a black border embroidered on his robe, stopped walking, puzzled, and turned to look at the distant surface of the lake.
"What sound..." his companion, a chubby male wizard leaning on a staff, panting heavily, looking as if he could collapse at any moment, "What sound..."
"It sounds like someone breaking rocks." The white-faced wizard scratched his head, his tone also somewhat uncertain.
"Huff... You're... huff... joking... in the middle of the night, breaking rocks by the lake... huff...what do you think, the Fishmen sit idly?" The fat wizard finally caught his breath, his speech much smoother, "Where is the noise coming from?"
"It seems... it's on the east side of the lake?"
