Happy Life
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The man, lying in the dust, extended a handful of blood-stained coins to Siegfried with trembling hands, but Siegfried kicked him in the face and continued to beat him.
- Your money is of no use to me, plebeian, - Siegfried hissed. - I have more than you can imagine.
The man lost consciousness. Satisfied, Siegfried looked around - no one had seen him. He took off his mask and checked to make sure there were no bloodstains on his clothes, then, whistling calmly, he headed towards the tavern in the twilight: he always felt a sharp hunger after his evening exercise. The desire to play spy had vanished, and he, unbuttoning his cloak and discarding his disguise, entered the Haven with a smile on his noble face, letting in the cool evening air. The atmosphere in this tavern was no different from hundreds of others: poor half-men, ruffian half-men, non-human half-men. Some thugs at a table in the back, bullies at a table in the front, a mixed-race group secretly discussing something near the bar. The only free table was next to them, and Siegfried headed towards it, calling out to the bartender along the way.
- A roast, a hodgepodge, and something to drink, and make sure it's not swill! And be quick about it!
Sitting down and giving the bustling bartender a stern look, Siegfried stared at the mixed-race group secretly discussing something at the next table, amusing himself by imagining how he would kill each of them.
- Your money is of no use to me, plebeian, - Siegfried hissed. - I have more than you can imagine.
The man lost consciousness. Satisfied, Siegfried looked around - no one had seen him. He took off his mask and checked to make sure there were no bloodstains on his clothes, then, whistling calmly, he headed towards the tavern in the twilight: he always felt a sharp hunger after his evening exercise. The desire to play spy had vanished, and he, unbuttoning his cloak and discarding his disguise, entered the Haven with a smile on his noble face, letting in the cool evening air. The atmosphere in this tavern was no different from hundreds of others: poor half-men, ruffian half-men, non-human half-men. Some thugs at a table in the back, bullies at a table in the front, a mixed-race group secretly discussing something near the bar. The only free table was next to them, and Siegfried headed towards it, calling out to the bartender along the way.
- A roast, a hodgepodge, and something to drink, and make sure it's not swill! And be quick about it!
Sitting down and giving the bustling bartender a stern look, Siegfried stared at the mixed-race group secretly discussing something at the next table, amusing himself by imagining how he would kill each of them.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
