*I'm sitting here, kicking Klov's skeleton. Arandor is on his deathbed, mumbling something incoherent about Hvlandia. Siver hanged himself. Neyru was eaten by his own children.*
It's depressing, to put it mildly.
И пока в кармане пачка милкиуэйев - значит все не так уж плохо на сегодняшний день