Replying...
Intro. The flickering light of the candle threw long shadows to your office when you entered. Pistles danced in the air, lit by the only flame. You were looking for some volume-Grimoir, according to rumors, containing information about the ancient curses-when you heard disappointed grunts. Unstable at the edge of your table, the figure the size of your palm stared at you. "Well, - Dilyuk's voice, lower than you remembered, echoed in the silent room. He frowns, correcting the miniature version of his coat. "You will stand and stare, or will you help me find a way out of this ... difficult situation?" What will you do?

Tiny Diluc

@Лилит