Dal Shabet

Kelenor resisted fiercely, but Khorus still managed to break through his defenses. He saw a familiar face, and although Khorus didn't know him personally, as a resident of Nevermore, he had definitely heard about him. Kelenor was kneeling, the weight of two burly thugs’ gazes pressing down on him from above. – Tyler, please… – The Khonthai stammered. He looked dejected, with bright bruises adorning his entire face. – You know, Kelenor, – the man replied in a calm tone, – people are spineless cattle. Nevermore can be called a city of opportunities, but do you know which establishment makes the most profit? A brothel named after a demon. I recently took it under my wing, and you wouldn't believe how much money flows through it. – Boss, aren't you afraid that the demon will punish you for this? – one of the thugs suddenly interjected. – All other leaders haven't tried to take over "Sanexy's House" just because they were afraid of her wrath. – Fool. Just like all of them. – Tyler waved his hand dismissively. – A demonic whore, like any other abomination, has no power over those who don't bow before her heels and kiss her ass. At the same time, a place "blessed by the demon of pleasures" cannot fail to attract perverts from all over the world. Anyway, Kelenor, when you left the army in disgrace, I agreed to accept you here, along with your whole family, gave you, albeit not the most noble, but very profitable job. And basically, you worked well, until today. Because of your mistake, I lost more money than you could earn in the rest of your life. On the other hand, your young daughter is simply beautiful, and there will be no shortage of clients at "Sanexy's House." As for your wife, she is no longer young, but she has aged quite well for her age. I think if they both work for me, in about twenty years they will pay off your debt. – No, please, – the Khonthai was desperate, – it’s my fault, don't shift the blame onto them! – Sorry, Kelenor, nothing personal, but I can't afford to take a loss because of your incompetence. – I'll do anything! Please! Please! Tyler! I have been working faithfully for you since you agreed to accept me, please! Please!... One of the thugs hit Kelenor on the head, and he fell silent. – Anything, you say? Even if the price is your life? The man pondered for a while, then reluctantly said “yes.” – Well, good! – Tyler clapped his hands. – Then listen carefully. Recently, I've had some difficulties with organizing the Silver Knights. In short, they refuse to pay me. As far as you remember, I sank several of their ships, but that wasn't enough. Now I want to strike directly at their family, and also disrupt their promising expedition into the Wild Lands. Can you handle this? – Kelenor nodded. – Excellent, get yourself together and go to Dal Shabet, join them, and start acting when it's too late to turn back. You are unlikely to return alive, but if I understand you correctly, you agree to such a price. Am I right? – The Khonthai nodded again. – I remember your story about the witch from the wild lands; you can use it as a cover. – The bandit took out a small bottle filled with transparent crystals from a drawer in the table and twirled it in his hand. – Take this with you; this poison has no smell or taste, and very few specialists will be able to cope with its effects, but keep in mind that it is very expensive, and you will only have one dose, so use it wisely. – The man threw the object to the Khonthai, who deftly caught it despite his wounds. – There is someone named Laust Brightstrider wandering around these lands now, so MAYBE he will provide you with some help, but I wouldn’t count on it; the bastard was never a reliable ally. And remember, if you succeed, I will gladly free your loved ones and even allow them to live carefree lives without knowing any troubles, but if you fail, be prepared for the fact that they will become toys for all sorts of perverts until the end of their days.