Going down a forgotten street and safely getting to a city named Timble, they took their client (Ish) with them because they didn't know what was there until the end. Fortunately... rather than meeting each other's plans. The said baggage that Ish left at Wheelies was apparently delivered to this lord.
Is it also a strange circumstance that in front of a territory lined up next to it, we want to be face-to-face friendly, but we don't want to be serious...? And I pushed evil, though. You've purposefully gathered monsters that seem expensive from the black market, and to the Lord Side of the Wheelies, who didn't end up fulfilling that either, it's destiny you can't escape if Ish has your eye on you, clapping heartily.
After all, I miss them a little bit to be taken away by the welcome who came and left alone, he said. It's been a long time since I've felt sad.
Ish contacted me that night and told me that the request had been accomplished safely, and I was finally called to dinner, too. While I have some doubts about the subtle and modest narrative, it looks like I'm leaving the city the next morning, so I'll have the brave party tipped off.
And the next day, almost always by the time they left, they came to the east gate of the city.
So I was distracted by Ish's appearance.
On the way, I accidentally bumped into a brave man, and because of that, I cried with my heart for feathers that cared about the strange feeling. My childhood friend, who is pulling a carriage on foot today, told me that he had taken a break from me.
"From here to the sanctuary (Megalith), I was wondering if I could wear it around lunch."
"That's right... I think if you match our stride, lunch will be a little over"
"I don't particularly have a job in there, and I think it's okay to slow down. Pilgrimage to the Holy Land sounds good. We're not ethnically concerned, but I'm interested in what an elf sanctuary looks like, and I'd love to know if something would bother me."
I had a smile with Mr. Rice, who had just joined me, and that certainly is, and... Mr Sorol at the time speaks out between the slightly loose air.
"You know, I don't think it's a big deal to call it an elf sanctuary. When I did leave the woods, they brought me a weird stone if I had passed nearby. If all the other elves out there are doing something similar... it's disgusting to imagine a sanctuary full of weird pebbles."
Wow, what a punishment!?
Is she really a priest? to the approximate statement, I accidentally turned to you and said, "What? Any complaints?" No, not as much as complaining, "he said with an eye-contact conversation.
In the end, he said he would try to continue or not continue a conversation he didn't love. We headed for the sanctuary in a relaxed atmosphere.