Knights of Tezoth

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- When you say it like that, it doesn't sound very impressive. I'm also "needed" to keep those simpletons who fall for your attractive appearance from having their minds blown.
"Hmph, not everyone knows the word 'pastel'."
- Vargas. There is a certain wondrous harmony in our names, isn't there? May I guess — perhaps you seek some treasure, or even an elixir of eternal life, located far, far away in a flooded cave that only opens at low tide, guarded by a giant squid? I don't really believe in fantastic coincidences, but imagine this — I have a comrade, also a sailor, and we recently agreed to go on a sea voyage. Makes you wonder if fate exists. We could join forces; the boundless watery expanses have always interested me greatly, and I think my employer would agree if asked nicely. There's just one tiny snag, — he takes a sip of mineral water. — We have a bit of a kindergarten squabble brewing here, and it needs to be settled first — separate the fools and collect a few heads. For the sake of these good people, — he nods toward the previously displeased crowd, and delivers the current take in full voice so they can hear. — The working folk think none of this will touch them and trouble won't come to their home, and I can understand that — he who hasn't seen war doesn't understand danger. But one phrase stuck in my memory, which I happened to overhear from some provincial lord. How did it go... — he pretends to recall, though he remembers perfectly and verbatim. — Something like "impale the men on wooden pikes and the women on meat hooks." I don't like that forecast, and I won't let it come true.
He returns the conversation to a private, dialog-like tone:
- Heh. But recruiting a crew in a bar is a good idea, and quite classic. Do you have any deadline for your adventure?
- What's he on about?
- Allegedly, if the capital loses, Loyalty from the south will start committing atrocities against the vanquished.
- Only the Bloodsucker is capable of that, but where is she, and where is milord Vermgrace?
- Yeah, there's nothing in common between them. She even has more in common with Deus, same bloodline after all.
The half-whispered gossip continues.

The blue-haired woman extended one arm to the side and placed the other near her shoulder, mimicking something like drawing a bowstring.
- This fellow? — She didn't wait for an answer and nodded to herself. — An extra bow wouldn't hurt us, that's true.
- As soon as it's time, it's time. — Mistophos answered the question. — This venture requires not a large, but a very competent team.
- My left eye sees the raven feathers enveloping Mr.'s soul. Are there memories not of this world stored in your consciousness?

- Think, think, colleagues, which vultures will hasten to sink their corpse-eating teeth into your flesh, — Lester throws to the crowd. — It certainly won't be milord of Loyalty, with whom we have a momentary misunderstanding, and with whom I will go one-on-one and sort things out, but someone — will be, there's no doubt about that, and we all know who. I thought it was all disinfo, but when I saw her in person and heard her, — his head turns toward the glass of Borjomi. — You shouldn't cross paths with her. And the game isn't as simple as it may seem. But when have we ever lost? Never! Surely such things didn't stop our great-grandfathers, nor our grandfathers, nor even our fathers! — he takes an aggressive sip. — We create the future, and no one tells us what to do. Not Uncle Petya, not Aunt Motya. We are Kanamiya, we are the blood of the Founder, we live here and now, while our opponents breathe ten altins of earth, after all! You're a man! And you! And you! — the knight picked several "random" grumblers from the crowd — but in reality they were the ones who had spoken up earlier. — And I will trust you with my back just as you will trust me with yours. I know for certain — in our hands, and no one else's — lie the fates of our wives, daughters, sisters, sons. I'm not calling you to anything — if you want, live your life and be happy. But will you be, if you neglect to defend your loved ones?

- Ha-ha-hah! You portrayed him so well that it remains a mystery — do we really have no truly good archers in the entire kingdom, better than milord of the Swift Arrow? I know at least one! Yes, I'm busted, I mean him specifically.
Another sip.
- Specifically the left one? And why that one? And how does it see everything like that? I... can't say for sure. Sometimes the thought visits me that we're just passengers here, or maybe it's just me, and perhaps we once had something else, in terms of life. But does that mean it's inorganic? I think it's a natural feeling, — shrugging, the knight drains half the glass. — Though I must admit — something comes over me sometimes, and I wouldn't tie it to life. Certain moments I definitely haven't seen before.

- So our prospects are starting to improve, — Dawn nods to Mistophos.

My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.

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