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 will clearly not be my lord 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, of that there is no doubt, and we all know full well who. I thought it was all disinformation, but when I saw her in person and heard her, - his head drifts toward the glass of Borjomi. - You should not cross paths with her. And the game is not as simple as it may seem. But when have we ever lost? Never! Surely such things did not 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 these 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 am not calling you to anything - if you want, live your life and be happy. But will you be, having neglected the defense of your loved ones?

Part of the bar's patrons was inspired by the knight's fervent speech and let out 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 is 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 dispose of 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, know that... I will write down all your dark dealings in my notebook and bring them to light.

- My very 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, we just need to finish the job first. What do you think, my lady Pastel Inspirer? And you, men?

- I give your sarcasm seven points out of ten. - The chronicler immediately entered the new data into his notebook.

- I think the idea is good, but it won't require any persuasion from us. The path that awaits the mister is full of dangers; in a conflict of mighty fates, holding one's own course will not be easy. Time will show us the truth.
- Heh, for now our team's roster is so small that this conflict might indeed end before we finish gathering. - The answer came from the non-captain. The captain himself answered with an ambiguous nod, pouring himself another glass of something strong.