The Dragon Race Maiden hadn't finished her silent contemplation before Bichu'er summoned her to the cave hall.
Bichu'er sat on the leader's chair, looking down at Lita from above.
"Did you need something from me, Lord Bichu'er?"
The Dragon Race Maiden composed herself and switched her identity to Lita.
Bichu'er, elderly and frail, squinted his eyes, shooting a look from the crevices towards the Dragon Race Maiden.
"Lita, lately it seems too quiet in the cave, much more silent than before..."
The Dragon Race Maiden didn't immediately know how to reply.
Of course, those who could run have run off, and those who couldn't are being chased and beaten by Shami outside!
"My eyelids have been twitching all morning, the last time they twitched this much was the day I escaped from Luwaka..."
"You probably didn't sleep well last night, Lord Bichu'er."
The Dragon Race Maiden responded perfunctorily.
