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"Oh, well," Dwin shrugged and added a little green checkmark in the box "At least I tried". She was glad that Val did not ask to elaborate on the subject or point, where that damsel in distress was located. Because - come to think of it - what use of her help was, if she could not even remember, where she had met Rykor or where she had (if she had) intended to go. Probably looking for males was not an easy task.

"Brecheliant - a-a-a-a-a-a-all the way there. I would invite you to visit, but with me not being there and my family not knowing you by anything, you are in a very great danger of becoming a snack to the dragons," she shared waving one of her forepaws in the very approximate direction of, where she thought her home was. Suddenly she burst out laughing, because she just imagined her poor, old, peace-loving dad dragging Val by his tail to the lair. Gruesome fantasy, but these two incompatible things - Eljay and being evil - felt hilarious. 

The next question made Dwin pause, think and then ask: "The boring truth or the colorful improved version?" Though - what was the point of asking, even the boring truth would be in all shades of rainbow.