Path of the Shaman

9

- Who did you leave it to? Crius pointed to a corpse in rich armor lying in the center of the hall with a sword stuck vertically into it.

- And this is for you!

- Why would you? he asked suspiciously, approaching the body.

- Chuika! - I said.

- What kind of chuyka?

- Shaman! - for persuasiveness he raised his index finger.

Crius bent down and thrust his hand into the dead man. His face brightened, a smile appeared on his lips, and he froze, obviously looking at the stats of prey.

- Well, what is there? I couldn't resist.

- Everything is good there! he smiled at me.

- What is good?

- And everything is good! His smile got even wider.

- Won't you tell?

- Still small! he said.

- Yes, I'm fifty levels higher than you! I was offended.

- You still jump! he retorted.

Toward the end, the cave turned to the left and passed into some kind of brightly lit room, which we could not see from the passage. When we were already close to this bend, the whole space around seemed to be filled with Homeric