“I mean it,” Borislava said after a few moments. “These times have been hard. I disapprove of my city and what it is doing, and I want it to stop, but I also cannot wish for their destruction and end. I cannot fight for them, and I cannot fight against them, so I did not know what to do. Your quest is the only alternative available, and I take it on with great relief! Thankfully, even.”
“What will you do after?” Lateef asked, curious.
Borislava grimaced and eyed over at him, frustrated. “Why ask about something like that, you mood-pooper?!”
“Mood-pooper?” Lateef asked, shocked.
“Mood-pooper! Lateef Sugartreat, he who poops on moods!” Borislava pushed ahead, making Sprinkle laugh. “When the after is now, I will think about it, and I will make my decision. But the after is not now, it is
