Nyashechka Kavai
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Hostor, standing at the entrance to the tavern and talking to Lei Lan while waiting for a messenger from the officer, heard some noise in the hall and glanced inside. A large, bald man, whose completely hairless face suggested he was from the Dungeon, was threatening some gaudily dressed fellow, who was being defended by a recent acquaintance – Matthias. The other regulars and travelers were excitedly discussing what was happening among themselves.
- Twenty coins on the nix, - Redram grinned maliciously. He didn't like Coldreйн, especially now, with a flamboyant dagger instead of a proper sword. But the mage pulled himself together and turned to the girl.
- There's going to be a fight in the tavern, let's go somewhere else.
Continuing their interrupted conversation, Hostor and Lei Lan headed towards "Witch's Happiness".
- Twenty coins on the nix, - Redram grinned maliciously. He didn't like Coldreйн, especially now, with a flamboyant dagger instead of a proper sword. But the mage pulled himself together and turned to the girl.
- There's going to be a fight in the tavern, let's go somewhere else.
Continuing their interrupted conversation, Hostor and Lei Lan headed towards "Witch's Happiness".
