Knights of Tezoth

- Think, think, colleagues, which of the vultures will hasten to sink their corpse-eating teeth into your body, - Lester tosses to the crowd. - It certainly won't be my lord of Fidelity, with whom we have a momentary misunderstanding, and with whom I will meet one-on-one and sort things out, but someone - will be there for sure, no doubt about it, and we all know very well who. I thought it was all disinformation, but when I saw her personally and heard her, - his head turns toward the glass of Borjomi. - You shouldn't cross paths with her. And the game is not as simple as it may seem. But when have we ever lost? Never! Surely nothing like this stopped 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 a few "random" grumblers from the crowd - but in reality they were the ones who had been aired out 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 the defense of your loved ones?

Part of the bar's patrons was inspired by the knight's fiery speech and responded with approving shouts, while the other part, on the contrary, grew even more dejected.
- If the fates of our wives, daughters, sisters and sons are not limitless, then in the face of a looming threat one should simply get the hell out of here, - snapped a patron who had been sitting in silence until then. - That's exactly what my lord Yota, my dear friend, told me when we discussed this topic. But you know what, my lord Lester Vargas, I have no wife, daughter, sister, or son, so I can afford to manage my life more recklessly than a man of my age should, and therefore I will fully test whether you yourself live up to the words you just uttered. I will become your shadow, mark my words... I'll write down all your shady dealings in my notebook and bring them to light.

- My own chronicler! With my memory, that could be very useful! Don't worry, friends, we'll get through, and we'll show them where the crayfish spend the winter, - he finishes off the mineral water and turns to the trio. - So here we are, we have what we have. If you're in, then so am I, but we need to finish the job first. What do you think, my lady Pastel Inspirer? And you, men?