Abasdarhon's Castle

- All eggs in one basket. Fine, - said the raven. Modain turned to the assembled and began to scratch what was once his nose. – Arrows, wings, bones, sails. Chaos. For now, the chicks only peck at what their mother hen provides. In this situation, the mother's legs are not that long. In the near future, I advise against visiting the graves of relatives and feeding pigeons. Neither the tombstones nor the birds need our golden eggs. They need guts and bones. But you can relax on the beach, but don't get too comfortable in the sun. There are rats left in the city, as far as I know. Stock up on rat poison, just in case.