Граф Орлов
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- So, that's where the bandits are hanging out. Everyone knows how to wield a weapon, but not everyone is fit to guard a ditch if they haven't been trained to march in formation, - Krait spat into the dust of the road. - It's all just a game. A man should live every day as if it were his last, not spend his time feeding the bellies of drunkards.
The warrior sighed.
- We'll have to tighten our belts until something comes along... But nothing is wasted - even roots and greens are edible if you cook them.
They rode for another couple of hours until they reached the eastern gate. The guards greeted the merchant like an old friend.
-- What do you have on the cart? More goods or some wounded man?
-- Nothing like that... It's a long story.
-- Alright. Farewell.
After driving a little further through the streets of Tirren, they arrived at the same roadside inn where Dunkaniell had rented a room.
-- Wake up, soldier. We're here.