Граф Орлов
Before the battle with the border knights, Axel approached Ambrose. Having made sure no one could hear them, the knight spoke:
-- Ah, Turbon, Turbon! Because of your indecisiveness, we lost a strong ally in the melee, - he nods toward the Milk Chocolate Knight. - You don't know how to interact with free women. Slave girls are not the same, they're trash... Although, you still have a chance. Don't miss it!
Axel hands Ambrose a sketch (I spend OD on it).
-- Although, maybe you have other fantasies, you Easterners are hard to understand. Mysterious dawn souls... - Axel hands Turbon a second sketch (I don't spend OD on it).
-- Alas, my friend, a curse weighs upon me... At times I seem to vanish, and live another life, not my own, losing the familiar thread of existence. I look out the window, but in the window there's a wall; sometimes I think I've gone mad... There is an ancient belief in our lands -- if this happens, a ghost in the lineage of the one afflicted by this curse must be involved. Your sketches are as wonderful as ever, but I cannot grasp the mystery: what do these strange watermelons mean, and who is the white-haired figure?
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers