Annan and Giralda were the first to leave the tea room.
More precisely... they escaped from the crime scene.
"Uncle, what do you think?"
Annan took a deep breath, emitting a heavy sound.
Beside him, the wizard from the School of Prophets, Giralda, gently patted his shoulder.
"It will be alright."
The black-haired, black-eyed middle-aged man confidently answered, "Because they won't fight."
He had thick curly hair and his eyes were so profound they seemed like deeply etched marks, with facial features as sculpted as a statue's.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Of course."
Giralda replied with utmost certainty, "That's exactly why we need to eliminate variables."
"Variables?"
"Hmm... you can understand them as, on the basis of fixed foundational events, the changeable factors related to nature, quantity, intensity, and so on..."
"No, I don't misunderstand the word."
