Til next time. Don't forget who you are

The glass had been removed from the lecterns and books were placed on the floor around the main counter with the history of their world. The trio avidly read their friend's stories, marveling at his adventures, and experiencing the whole range of emotions, from delight to horror. - This explains a lot. - Leftharion said hoarsely, holding a book with the cover of “Origins” in his hands, “We have already met with him before.” I can’t even believe it... And... he called me stupid? Yes, we were both younger then, and we didn’t know each other so closely, but this is rude! — the dragon snorted, closing the book and looking at his companions studying the last two books from their friend’s library. A noise was heard from above and all three researchers shuddered synchronously, turning their heads towards the exit. The dragon rose to his feet, making it clear in a whisper that the magicians were preparing to cover him. Having covered his hands with scales, which now began to resemble clawed paws with sharp claws, Leftharion carefully stood up, looking for the culprit of the noise. He was found quickly. Blue, slightly cutting eyes, clothes, curved back horns and the smell of dust, deeply ingrained deep under the skin of every inhabitant of Dusttopia. They didn’t seem to know each other closely, but the Primordial Wizard was Lololoshka’s friend, so the dragon calmed down, giving his hand a human appearance again. “Primordial Wizard, what brings you here?” “The Primordial shuddered and turned around. - Oh great one... You scared me! I... Uh, we know each other?.. - The dragon mentally hit himself on the forehead. - I'm sorry. My name is Leftharion. You and I, my dear Primordial, know Lololoshka, our mutual friend. — Black and Hector looked out from behind the dragon. - Primordial! I didn't expect to see you here! — Black, holding one of the books in his hands, approached the resident of Dusttopia. - Yes, Lololoshka hasn’t appeared for a long time and I started.... That is, he often disappeared for a while, but not for so long! It’s not that I’m worried about this boy, but you and I, my colleague, know what a bungler he is. I wanted to check if something had happened to him, and so... “He’s been missing for a week now, Primordial.” - Hector interrupted the horned one. The latter turned his head to the vine mage. - This is... a funny joke. Hector? Yes, the house certainly looks a little abandoned, but... - The Primordial turned his gaze to Black, and drooped when he saw how gloomy the withering sorcerer was, - But you’re not joking, right?.. - Unfortunately no. We have not yet been able to find where and how Lololoshka disappeared, but we are ours... These books? It looks like his travel diaries. — The dragon pointed to a book with the title “A Dozen Adventures” in Black’s hands. He gave the book to the Primordial One. The Dusttopian began to leaf through the book and froze, stumbling upon something. - We met before?.. Why don’t I remember this? - the wizard put his hand on his temple and frowned. The glass was removed from the pulpits, and books were laid out on the floor around the main counter with the history of their world. The trio avidly read their friend's stories, marveling at his adventures, and experiencing the whole range of emotions, from delight to horror. - This explains a lot. - Leftharion said hoarsely, holding a book with the cover of “Origins” in his hands, “We have already met with him before.” I can’t even believe it... And... he called me stupid? Yes, we were both younger then, and we didn’t know each other so closely, but this is rude! — the dragon snorted, closing the book and looking at his companions studying the last two books from their friend’s library. A noise was heard from above and all three researchers shuddered synchronously, turning their heads towards the exit. The dragon rose to his feet, making it clear in a whisper that the magicians were preparing to cover him. Having covered his hands with scales, which now began to resemble clawed paws with sharp claws, Leftharion carefully stood up, looking for the culprit of the noise. He was found quickly. Blue, slightly cutting eyes, clothes, curved back horns and the smell of dust, deeply ingrained deep under the skin of every inhabitant of Dusttopia. They didn’t seem to know each other closely, but the Primordial Wizard was Lololoshka’s friend, so the dragon calmed down, giving his hand a human appearance again. “Primordial Wizard, what brings you here?” “The Primordial shuddered and turned around. - Oh great one... You scared me! I... Uh, we know each other?.. - The dragon mentally hit himself on the forehead. - I'm sorry. My name is Leftharion. You and I, my dear Primordial, know Lololoshka, our mutual friend. — Black and Hector looked out from behind the dragon. - Primordial! I didn't expect to see you here! — Black, holding one of the books in his hands, approached the resident of Dusttopia. - Yes, Lololoshka hasn’t appeared for a long time and I started.... That is, he often disappeared for a while, but not for so long! It’s not that I’m worried about this boy, but you and I, my colleague, know what a bungler he is. I wanted to check if something had happened to him, and so... “He’s been missing for a week now, Primordial.” - Hector interrupted the horned one. The latter turned his head to the vine mage. - This is... a funny joke. Hector? Yes, the house certainly looks a little abandoned, but... - The Primordial turned his gaze to Black, and drooped when he saw how gloomy the withering sorcerer was, - But you’re not joking, right?.. - Unfortunately no. We have not yet been able to find where and how Lololoshka disappeared, but we are ours... These books? It looks like his travel diaries. - The dragon showed ​on a book called “A Dozen Adventures” in Black’s hands. He gave the book to the Primordial One. The Dusttopian began to leaf through the book and froze, stumbling upon something. - We met before?.. Why don’t I remember this? - the wizard put his hand on his temple and frowned.