"I have some understanding of human sorcerers, and I admire your principle of equivalent exchange," said Old Treant Meg after Ivan had been silent for quite some time, unable to contain himself any longer and initiating the conversation.
"Do you mean you're willing to pay a price?" Ivan asked, enlightened.
"Of course, I am," Meg nodded vigorously, only to feel embarrassed afterwards, "It's just that many of my possessions were destroyed when I forcefully passed through the magma, and now I'm afraid I don't have anything satisfying to offer you."
While saying this, it fumbled around its body and eventually took off the crown of flowers and grass from its head, which had been blackened by the smoke.
If nothing unexpected happened, this was the only thing it could offer.
"Would you like to hear a suggestion I have?" seeing that the Old Treant had a look of reluctance, Ivan spoke up.
"Human sorcerer, please speak," Meg said, hastily retracting its hand.
