Jovanovic.
"What is this thing?"
"No idea. Maybe something from the wizards."
"Should we ask?"
"Ask who?"
"Grab a wizard from the wizard market and ask them."
The conversation above took place in the Jovanovic Manor.
It was a conversation between Seryozha Jovanovic and Valery Jovanovic.
When he heard Valery suggest grabbing someone from the wizard market, Seryozha punched him in the head in exasperation.
"Can't you come up with something useful?"
Valery clutched his cheek. This hulking Slav who chased bears naked in Siberia said aggrievedly, "You're the one who asked me."
Seryozha sighed despondently. "It's that brain of yours that's kept you unmarried all this time."
"You say that like you're married," Valery said, heedless of his own safety. "You're the oldest of us, too."
As expected, another fist was fed into Valery's mouth.
Firewood lay scattered all around them.
Seryozha, who had been chopping wood, had to clean up again because of the incident.
They headed toward the Manor.
Seryozha carried his axe over his shoulder, ready for any wraiths that might appear.
Although the Jovanovic Manor was large, it had few fine decorations.
A huge stag's head hung on the wall, and a three-meter bearskin covered the floor.
An old man with graying hair sat there, with Silver Wolf lying at his feet.
Hearing them approach, Silver Wolf raised his head, laziness in his blue eyes.
"Seryozha, Valery, my children," Old Jovanovic said, stroking Silver Wolf's silky fur. "Have you encountered the same thing I did?"
"A kind of wraith. There's nothing like it in the knowledge Yardani brought back."
"Ancient adornments and the ability to appear and disappear without a trace," the old man said. "Perhaps we need to find more answers."
Seryozha set down his axe. "Our Yardani might have the answer."
"Idiot!" the