НАЗАД1...91011 ВПЕРЕДКогда плот все-таки причалил к берегу, они с облегчением выбрались на сушу, после такой экстремальной переправы, окружающий ливень показался им лёгким неудобством. А на берегу их уже ждала повозка, заправленная двумя лошадьми, с крытым верхом и зашторенными окнами, представляя собой довольно сумрачное зрелище, но зато она внушала надежду хоть ненадолго, но укрыться от вездесущей воды, которая была всюду. Так что не сопротивляясь и ни о чем не спрашивая они в компании Арена забрались в повозку, места было мало, но в тесноте было даже теплее. Сидеть так прижавшись друг к дружке, чувствуя дыхание товарищей, сидящих рядом, навевало необычные ощущения. За все время пути никем не было не произнесено ни слова, даже Арен, несмотря на вопрос горящий в глазах, постеснялся их спрашивать о чем-либо, видимо их внешний вид говорил все за них. Тряся и подкидывая повозка везла их недолго, вскоре слегка дернувшись затормозила и остановилась. Когда они выбрались из повозки, их
Claude didn't know how long he slept, surrendering to the will of sleep, for the first time in a long time allowing himself to sleep as much as he could. Tired, exhausted body needed rest, and it was not every time that he had the opportunity to rest so calmly. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes. An unfamiliar room in an unfamiliar house, last time he was very tired to look at the interior of the room, the main thing was that there was dinner, a bed and a bath. At that time, the most necessary details of the situation. Now, with a slightly cloudy look from sleep, he lazily glided over the expensive curtains that curtained the windows, a wide bed filled with expensive bed linen made of cool smooth silk and a huge fluffy carpet imitating someone's skin, but Claude had never met such an animal. I didn't want to get up at all.Rising briskly, he gracefully walked into the bathroom, where the clothes he had washed were drying, which had already dried well. Without hesitation, the guy got dres
- Unfortunately this is not possible. The road for carriages from our side was blocked until the "plague" passed. After all, they still do not know that the disease was caused by the tricks of monsters.- It's a pity.- I'm sorry I couldn't help you, but if you'll let me, I can write a cover letter for you. I still have contacts in the local guard and you will be allowed inside without difficulty.- From what? The boy furrowed his eyebrows.- Just. I still feel indebted to you, and this is a small thing that I can do for you. Moreover, it will not be difficult for me.- We will be grateful.- I do remember that the mercenaries in the capital are not easy. And so at least some help. - With these words, the mayor took out his writing utensils and began to painstakingly draw letters that form words, a short message. Which he handed over to Claude after a slight shake.- Thanks again. - Thanked Claude, accepting a piece of paper covered in neat small handwriting.- My pleasure. I think no
"What was that now?!" - Claude did not take his eyes off the girl in bewilderment. I looked and did not recognize. Her clothes remained the same, but her painted face and flowing hair with blades of grass and leaves stuck in them, coupled with huge eyes, gave her the image of a forest nymph, who did not at all resemble a teenage girl. Now looking at Daisyra somehow differently, he could note that she was no longer a child with the forms of an adult woman, skillfully hidden by clothes, now slightly unbuttoned, so that a pretty dimple peeked out near a slightly bony collarbone. The girl was beautiful.- Eek! I wanted ... - Daisyra muttered, but did not have time to finish, unexpectedly yawning. "And yet she is still quite a child!" - the guy drove away the obsession and grabbed the girl by the shoulders, gently shook her.- Daisy, you drank too much, now go and go to bed, otherwise tomorrow you will regret what you have done. - The man said in a measured, calm, but not tolerant of objec
- I'm afraid to scare away your people with my appearance! - Claude said with a wry smile and lowered his hood, barely, so that the burns that had not had time to leave his face could be seen. Now the guy was even grateful for the battle with the Sectroses.- Understood. Throw back. Sorry. - Said the man, whose voice began to sound much softer. As if he knew firsthand what it was like to have external ugliness.- Thanks. We have a message from the mayor of Stanburg and his personal accompanying letter.- From old Diaz.- Yes.- How is he? - the guard clarified, looking through the message of the mayor of Stanburg.- When we left him, he began to look much more cheerful than when we met.- Yes, he described your merits. Come on in.- Thanks to. Can you tell me the north street from the north gate, where we should turn.- Go through the gate, on the left there will be a turn for you there, the third street will be yours. Have a good day. - With a smile, the guard returned the note to Cl
The sun gradually descended below the horizon, seeing off the sky with bright flashes and painting everything around in pink, creating bizarre shadows near everything. Gradually, the lady of the night came into her own, covering everything with a dark blanket, in which, in addition to people, there were many other inhabitants, good and not very good. It was quiet in a small room, immersed in twilight, hiding both a neat bed and a table with a vase of unchanging flowers that emitted a suffocating aroma. It seemed that the room was empty, but if you look closely at the window, you could see the silhouette of a young man, sitting in a relaxed position on a chair placed close to the window. His clothes were clean, but terribly shabby, with holes patched in places, giving a false impression of his person. But he was by no means a vagabond, he was a free mercenary, a destroyer of evil spirits, a loner, who now himself did not quite understand who he was. It seemed that so little time had pas
- Dumped! - the roar of the enemy was a signal for action, picking up a mug from the table, with a slightly trembling hand, Claude without hesitation threw the drink at the peasant, who roared in a loud tenor, offended by such an trick of a mercenary. Is it a joke to get a mug of not the best ale in the face instead of a fair fight. Swinging a huge fist, he brought it down on the table, on the place where Claude was sitting, so that the empty mugs jumped and clinked plaintively, but he was no longer there. Throwing back his chair, the mercenary jumped to his feet, swaying slightly. However, unlike the supplying body, everything was clear and precise in the head, the brain worked quickly. Pushing the back of the chair with his foot, he picked up an involuntary projectile and brought it down on the head of one of the supporters, who turned to him as a bully, who surrounded him from two sides. It will be difficult for them to defeat him, although they had all the advantages on their side
The main hall, compared to night time, looked neglected and deserted, only Berg snoring at the table, and a couple of new ones, were all the inhabitants of the tavern. Where the owner was still confident and cheerful behind the counter. “He sleeps at all, someday,” the guy was amazed at the stamina of the innkeeper, and the man was already smiling affably at the mercenary, trying to attract his attention.Sir, Claude. There, on the right, we have a small room where you can put yourself in order, ”the man suggested confidently, which made Claude only smile sourly with a corner of his lips. Apparently his appearance spoke for itself, even if the innkeeper sent him to freshen up and put himself in order. Behind the discovered door, he was met by the promised mini-latrine, consisting of a wide polished dish and a washstand nailed to the wall above it. All the used water flowed into a small vat, which the maids then took out into the street. A shaggy something was looking at Claude from th