“I underestimated you,” the Leszy remarks. “When I met you on Kupała Night. I expected you to be a harmless thing, staying away and doing as you were told. Imagine my surprise when you led my manor and my house-spirit into what I can only call a mutiny.” “I didn’t mean to—” Liska starts, but he shakes his head. “I’m complimenting you. I chose the field of battle, and you disarmed me nonetheless. You do that frequently, I find. It’s actually quite annoying.”
