Knights of Tezoth

- Deus-shmeus, - Ober was about to spit disdainfully, but remembering Tsiel's lessons on manners and where he currently was, managed to restrain himself. - What the hell do we need them for? Anyone can sit on their ass on a golden chair. I don't want to choose between a fat one and a skinny one.

Have you seen what she looks like? Now take a look at yourself.

- I understand. But Her pages are only just being created, and I intend to witness them firsthand. I am a man without a past, which means I have only the future ahead of me. And as for events — it turns out we'll have to create them ourselves. Until we meet again, friend, - he nods cordially to his colleague. - I was very glad to see you again, and may someone up there with a beard on a cloud witness — this is not the last time.
Having said this, Vargas turned away and kissed the cross on his chain. Then he addressed the young man:
- Blushing? Or turning pale? I can't tell in this smoke. Never mind, you'll get used to it. Come on, let's go. Since we didn't achieve anything here, that means... the bar is our new destination.

As a result of this dialogue, an alliance is established between Canania and Lorem.
- My lord, - having recovered from the unpleasant shock to his unprepared body, on the way to the bar the squire asked himself a strange question, - what do you think, which of the two of you — you or the green-eyed milord — is more attractive to women?