Cassia greeted sunrise in the glow of candles overlooking the stone wall. Met as usual. The rays of the sun did not penetrate into the sewer. Strictly speaking, no one could enter here without her knowledge, except for water and parasites. Sitting up in bed, she straightened her thin shoulders and froze, remembering the events of the previous night. Blood, sand, the sound of the sea and the light of the stars - that's all she saw in a dream. Many people died because of her, and, worse, Grimbald almost died, but now it was all in the past. Now the dead were taken care of by Nismass, the young hunter slept peacefully in the chambers next door, and the treasures were safe.Her eyes swept across the room and settled on a plate armor with an open helmet mounted on a rack against the opposite wall. The last time she wore it was when she left town with a large force to raid a bandit lair near the Golden Expanse. A year ago. His eyes moved to the right, touching the exquisite sword in a scarl

A well-groomed fair-haired warrior in silver armor came out of the house. His face radiated confidence. A haughty smile froze on the thin lips of the mercenary. Grimbald saw him often on the farm and, thanks to Grog's complaints, knew what he was capable of. Distenza was a military deserter and, apparently, not smart enough, because he was not afraid to parade in public in the armor of the royal guard.“ Tell Halibut if he wants more, the grass should be clean,” the mercenary said slowly and with intonation, tossing a bag of coins to Bartok. We don't want to smoke thyme and mint.“ You sell vomit grass?” Grimbald breathed as he watched the hunter count the money.- I trade...- You followed this with me? I can't believe my eyes! Your father doesn't sleep at night to eradicate this infection from the city, and you...“ And I need money for drinks,” Bartok said. “Grimbald, you are a real saint. Go to the altar and pray.Brick cackled loudly into his beard. One-eyed echoed him. Distenza

He was new to the monastery. A month ago, a year had passed since he had been brought here. Like many other innovations, the boy lived with anxiety. Settling in a stone labyrinth, Werf also experienced awe at first. In order to somehow calm himself, he began to visit the scriptorium, where henchmen were allowed to read books. They told him that four hundred years ago, during the reign of Rebar III, a military garrison was located here. Five hundred soldiers, knights and squires lived in the fortress. Since 241, after the Magorians destroyed the Niktvi and Almer fleet in the Gulf of Akabar, the outpost lost its strategic importance and quickly fell into disrepair. Two years later, dozens of Nismantes lived in it under the wing of a certain master Loredan, and this number grew until the Reiman Reformation, which broke out at the end of the last century.There were only sixty-seven permanent residents in kenovia now. The Nismanths from Stargrad and Arkford moved here a long time ago and

He was really unlucky with his father. Old Yukar was a large city tenant who managed two farms at once in the south of the island. The surly farmer wanted his son to train as a bookkeeper, and every vergin sent him to Kenovian school, and he ended up planting such a pig for him. Werf remembered how he spent the first week after initiation in a bee cell alone with his grief, not daring to show himself in front of anyone. The Nismantes considered this an act of devout faith, and he - the fruits of stupidity, his own and his father's, because on the day of initiation he himself without suspecting lost his parents. Yukar called him a fool, a destroyer of hopes and kicked him out of the house with a bale on his back. Freehold was against it at first, but over time she cooled off towards him. He didn't see them again. I only heard that shortly after his departure, their daughter Raimi was born,One way or another, having lost his family, he fulfilled his cherished dream, and his friends sup

As soon as the henchmen left the scriptorium, Imaros peered out from behind the rack and laughed softly. Everyone in this kenovia was so proud and important. No one took him seriously, and yet he alone here planned every step; he spoke little and thought a lot, paying for it with loneliness, but it is better to see the whole picture with the seal of silence on his lips than to fall into verbiage without noticing elementary things. His mind obeyed other laws, and there was no room for errors in it. He deftly acted out his own exposure. How else would he have been able to find out what the trinity was up to?Imaros crept up to the pulpit and began to turn the pages of the bestiary. It is a pity that the brothers were declassified and now they will be punished. Watt had always been a good-natured fellow, and Werf had been a good fellow until he regained his country-boy manners. Only Dolph - this little southern animal - deserved hundreds of lashes, preferably on both sides and on the rep