An orcish woman, an aristocrat, and two knights walked forward along the road and stopped after 20 minutes.
Not far from the road stood a pleasant-looking girl, but her beauty was very incongruous with the other details of this scene: a multitude of black crows flying around and an immense number of corpses lying here and there.
- Good day, miss, - Vaon addressed the stranger. - May I ask what such a beautiful person as you is doing in the company of so many corpses? Are you practicing witchcraft?
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт