He was called by Erlen a Terra-Ettin, or, according to an ancient nickname, Erlikon. It the son of well-known Dinoela a Terra-Ettina, the person of destiny fantastic and excessively chaotic, also seems, as if wildness of character of the father was reflected in appearance of the son.
       The kind of Erlena is not so ugly, is however unusual. It is small growth, is fragile, round-shouldered, the left half of narrow and long person as if is crumpled, and íàäáðîâüå acts as a peak, paternal the sight gets constantly is gloomy-surprised expression. But, when business has reached eyes, severe Mother Nature has suddenly shown a bit of generosity and has awarded Erlikona with the marvellous dark blue eyes apparently originally intending any áåðíèñäåëüñêîé to sorcerer, and hair, a subject of its secret pride, were very good: dense black curls cast rings have run on rough narrow shoulders. The strange person, probably, so the king of fantastic trolls looked during immemorial times.
       Having passed on the corridor finished with a stone, Erlen has gone down on the ground floor - the glass verandah which has hung over the sea. Here there was a table - the keeper of remains of a violent feast; in an invalid wheel chair it was arranged not clear, but a young figure, and at doors ïðèâàëèëñÿ all the seen veteran "Harley" - ìàñòîäîíò in the world of motorcycles - a heavy-logical heap of the chromeplated steel - with horns of a wheel and rocket äþçàìè exhaust pipes. However, mirror shine of its parts has been thoroughly peeled and by time which bared red meat radical metal ñòàòè and has turned a radical metal whiteness of figures on scales in yellowness and greens.
       Ýðëèêîí has rolled away a monster and has flung the door open, letting in the house a wind and a rumble of a surf clear on all tones, has found gloves and has jostled in a pocket, for about a minute has taken a breath of sea air, then has again risen upward and there has slightly opened a door in the end of a corridor.