- Cheers, guys! What's the rush? - Joe nodded, signaling for him to come closer, and slowly moved towards the halberdier. - Relax, we won't bother you. But you certainly picked an interesting spot... There's so much crap around here. Bearfolk, vagrants, thugs, and all sorts of other scum. Here, brother, for your hospitality, - he hands the leader an open pack of cigarettes and a box of matches.
- GET OUT, CLAWS!
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт