Other People's Dragons

“The wind that arrived from the mountains whirled the stagnant scent of flowering grasses. Other, not so pleasant aromas struck the nose with new force. Luckily, it became a bit fresher—looks like a thunderstorm was coming.

‘Repeat it one more time, Tally, please—why did we sign up for our internship in this hole exactly?’ asked Val, making a note in his notebook. A perfectly ordinary notebook—not electronic. And tell me, please, where do they charge the equipment here?”