🦊 Планета Флерантор, осколки человечества 🦊

The old man smiled slyly. “Glad to do business with you, young apprentice. They call that thief Bular. And he’s not from around here. To tell you the truth, I don’t know where he comes from. But he looks like someone who has seen hardship. He rarely visits the settlement of scholars, but when he does, it's always for a reason. Always with some cunning plan in mind. If you met him, it wasn’t by chance. A pleasant fellow. Trades in all sorts of things.” Now Aristarch was tired enough to be able to snuggle up next to Zaya on the soft bed.