Dal Shabet

– And how long have you, “travelers,” been wandering around here? Where are you from, and where are you going? – Adrian asked, not lowering his pistol.

– That’s a long story, – the man replied again. All this time, he spoke very confidently and never stumbled. – It would be better if we discussed it over a mug of sweet ale!

– I repeat once more. Come out slowly.

– Don’t get hot-headed, friend. – The man said something to the other two, and they approached him. The appearance and equipment of the hooded man still couldn’t be determined, but the second one was a thin young man; he looked like a Khontai, but his skin was much darker.