— Really? Well, it’s good to know that my old workplace still continues to charm new visitors.
Retrieving his saber, he returned to headquarters, and this time found it even less crowded. There was nothing to do; Rogdan might stay until late in the evening, and Valdemar, after spending about an hour in idleness and trying to predict possible future developments, finally decided that the best course of action in such uncertainty would be to go to a bar and have a good drink. Entrusting everything unnecessary to Harmid and taking only a couple of thousand airs with him, Valdemar set off to have fun at the “Melancholy of the Artery.”
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers