Til next time. Don't forget who you are

Leftharion, Hector and Black looked at each other. They stood next to the already abandoned house of their friend Lololoshka. All three looked in awe at the even row of portals, whose sounds merged into a slightly frightening melody. Around the remains of the fence, cows and sheep grazed peacefully, and in open jars lay pollen from the already scattered pixies. The wither mage frowned and moved the vine away from the passage, opening the door inside. - Why does everything look so... Abandoned? Lololoshka disappeared just a week ago! — Hector squeezed the staff, watching as Leftharion took on a humanoid form Black looked around and ran his fingers over the nearest stove, wincing at the thin layer of dust. “It doesn’t look abandoned, but rather... Abandoned?” As if. Like he is. — the withering sorcerer pursed his lips, unable to speak. The dragon followed into the house and examined the armor racks, on which there were all types of armor made by their friend, “... As if he knew that he would never return here again...” it was painful to say, but it was the truth. While everyone was celebrating, Leftharion saw. He saw with what sadness the guy spoke to everyone, with what disappointment he looked towards the castle. The dragon saw with what reluctance the young magician looked at the strange white box, which immediately disappeared after they entered it. Their friend left. And all three were here to understand why he left and how he could be brought back. So, going into the house and lighting the lanterns, the trio began to look for clues. The dragon heard a convulsive sigh and looked at Doctor Black, who looked into the chest. - What?… “Of course, I knew that Lololoshka was something, but he has such rare artifacts and treasures, and they are lying around like some kind of garbage!” Between boards and seeds! If... When we get him back, I'll kick him in the neck! He even keeps radioactive ore here! — Black puffed indignantly. The dragon grinned, noting satisfactorily how Black had corrected himself. The magician will definitely achieve his goal, if only for the sake of starting to lecture the younger magician. The reptile's gaze was transferred to the vine mage, who sat down in front of one of the workbenches, studying something. Leftharion approached Hector. — Did you find something? - the man looked at his friend, - Something like that. I don't know how useful this can be, but it's interesting. These are traces of some kind of ointment. I definitely didn’t advise him to do anything like that... I can’t even fully understand what’s there,” the dragon and the wither approached their friend, examining the silver-blue marks on the workbench. - This is weird. I can't remember that we advised him on this, or that he would say about it himself. — Black put his thumb to his chin and examined the workbench. Something caught his eye and the magician pulled out a withered blue-silver sheet from behind the workbench. - This is a leaf of a silver tree, if I’m not mistaken. They're so rare! Why does he need this? — Black watched as Hector took the sheet in his hands and twirled it in his hands. “A tree that cleanses the aura and stops damage...” Hector whispered reverently and frowned, “Why does a person like Lololoshka need it?” Is he really... - The senior magician looked with concern at his companions. “I really hope I’m wrong, but this may mean that he was making an ointment for damage.” And maybe. Is that why he left? Was he afraid of harming us?.. - The dragon walked away from the magicians, growling. After examining the house again, the ice dragon's gaze came across a small button in the corner of the house. Leftharion walked up to her and pressed. A secret descent down opened nearby. Black and Hector flinched and turned around. - Secret passage? Why would he... It doesn’t matter. Maybe there is something there? — Black approached the passage and began to descend. The vine mage and the dragon followed suit. Hearing the wither's convulsive sigh, both hurried to see what had struck their friend so much. As they approached, they realized what the surprise was. Was it... A library? But not in the usual sense. Each book was on a separate lectern, under glass, and on the wall behind the lectern hung a poster with the name of the book and a picture. There was also a pulpit in the middle, only the book under it was not behind glass. The poster behind the counter said "New Generation". — Did you find something? - the man looked at his friend, - Something like that. I don't know how useful this can be, but it's interesting. These are traces of some kind of ointment. I definitely didn’t advise him to do anything like that... I can’t even fully understand what’s there,” the dragon and the wither approached their friend, examining the silver-blue marks on the workbench. - This is weird. I can't remember that we advised him on this, or that he would say about it himself. — Black put his thumb to his chin and examined the workbench. Something caught his eye and the magician pulled out a withered blue-silver sheet from behind the workbench. - This is a leaf of a silver tree, if I’m not mistaken. They're so rare! Why does he need this? — Black watched as Hector took the sheet in his hands and twirled it in his hands. “A tree that cleanses the aura and stops damage...” Hector whispered reverently and frowned, “Why does a person like Lololoshka need it?” Is he really... - The senior magician looked with concern at his companions. “I really hope I’m wrong, but that could mean he did ointment for spoilage. And maybe. Is that why he left? Was he afraid of harming us?.. - The dragon walked away from the magicians with a growl. After examining the house again, the ice dragon's gaze came across a small button in the corner of the house. Leftharion walked up to her and pressed. A secret descent down opened nearby. Black and Hector flinched and turned around. - Secret passage? Why would he... It doesn’t matter. Maybe there is something there? — Black approached the passage and began to descend. The vine mage and the dragon followed suit. Hearing the wither's convulsive sigh, both hurried to see what had struck their friend so much. As they approached, they realized what the surprise was. Was it... A library? But not in the usual sense. Each book was on a separate lectern, under glass, and on the wall behind the lectern hung a poster with the name of the book and a picture. There was also a pulpit in the middle, only the book under it was not behind glass. The poster behind the counter said "New Generation"