"So you were the main reason why she became a cripple," the druid stated after listening to Zeno's story.
"I just gave her a little lesson not to mess with strangers during their naps," the demon replied, his voice calm and collected.
Then, the fairy from earlier arrived; this time, she appeared as big as a human being, and on her hand was a plate with three wooden cups of tea, while on the other was a basket filled with different fruits. There were grapes, apples, lemon berries, and so on.
As soon as the fairy put them on the table, the old man picked up the cup of tea and took a little sip.
"This is really nice; there's no better drink than a hot tea during a deep conversation," he commented while inhaling its intoxicating aroma.
Meanwhile, Zeno glanced at his companion, who was still busy admiring the treant's massive size.
"Blackwell," he called him out.
