Machete
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- They are with the elder now. The elf is badly wounded, and the elder is tending to him. And the respected Ta asked you to provide shelter somewhere. We volunteered. Please, have a seat. - the hostess indicated a spot on the floor next to the tablecloth, on which various forest "delicacies" were arranged. Three or four plates with venison roasted over a fire and four wooden mugs with a berry drink. In the corner of the hut, a tall, strongly built elf (apparently the father of the family) was kneeling, praying to a small wooden dragon, surrounded by candles made of strange wax, and muttering something to himself. The elf woman looked out the window and shouted.
- Analar! Come and have breakfast!
- Coming, Mom! - came the reply.
Well, it seems everything is alright... I need to get to know the hosts. They are apparently elves. And I am most likely in an elven settlement. I don't sense any danger.
- Hmm... If that's the case, tell me, who are you? And who is your elder? And where exactly are we?
I've got a hole in my pocket!
© Ринго Старр
© Ринго Старр
