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The Orton was attacked by bandits again. This time, they showed up right at his house, and this "group" looked much more dangerous than the previous one. Among them, one two-meter-tall brute stood out: his fist was almost the same size as Orton's head. The pawnbroker tried to put up some resistance, but the big guy knocked him out with one blow.
First, the bandits brutally tortured Orton, trying to get information and money from him, and when they realized that he wouldn't say anything, they slit the pawnbroker's throat. May his steadfast spirit be kept by the eternal flame!
Alexeagle did not survive the night.
-Greetings, madam, - said an unfamiliar man, smiling, standing in the doorway, - I apologize for coming so late, but I really need to see the girl who is renting a room from you.
-Ugh, - the old woman grumbled, - I see the girl has become quite loose! All sorts of guys come to her in the middle of the night.
-Not just any guys, - the stranger calmly corrected the old woman, - but very respectable and wealthy people.
A few coins flashed in front of the old woman, and she immediately almost smiled.
-Come in, come in, dear man! - she stammered, - the girl is probably not asleep yet! You won't disturb her at all.
He entered, smiled at the old woman again, but this time it was a cunning, evil smile, and, abruptly, even somewhat theatrically, he raised his right hand and paralyzed her with a spell. He naturally took the coins back. Then he went upstairs to the girl. She was already in very bad shape: she was lying on the floor in convulsions. Having confused the potions, she apparently took the wrong mixture. The stranger was not at all disturbed by the state of the victim, even, on the contrary, he laughed out loud.
-A pitiful sight, - he said, - but never mind. I'll help you.
A powerful electric charge pierced the girl's body, she jumped up and flew against the wall. The stranger smiled again.
-Now you won't interfere with me. Goodbye, girl.
The second charge was the last for Alexeagle.
There is so much text that I don't even know what could be a clue.
-Why?? - asked GodenDag, bleeding, - why, old friend?
-You are not my friend! - replied the killer, - you are in league with those who are guilty of stealing formulas from Kaer Morhen!
-You have already killed one good, albeit strange, man, now you are killing another. What happened to you? What happened to the one I knew and respected, whose friendship I valued?! The one who, alone, dared to stand up to an enraged crowd?! Do you remember Rivian? Guided by only faith in good and justice, with my sigil in his hand, he alone stood up to defend the non-humans!
-That doesn't matter anymore...
A sharp blow ended the gnome's life.
One Dashenka was calm this night - her life was under reliable protection.
With the dawn, the vow of silence was taken for unknown reasons by Arandor
є(°¤°)э Мадара где-то рядом...