Raymond mentally flipped a coin. Once – tails. Again – tails. After eleven mental flips, seven tails and only four heads. Well, it seems it's not meant to be this time... The robbery plan was already ready and was good, but for now, let's just eat, and that will be enough.
-- What do you mean? -- Hanelion pulled his hand back, as if afraid to stain the owner's clean brush with his paw. -- I am old and sick, -- he said, even in a more creaky voice than usual. -- I can't do anything and I'm good for nothing. I see that you are willing to accept me simply out of kindness, but I will not be able to reciprocate. And being a perpetual burden on someone's shoulders would be unbearable for me.
-- I work hard in another field, -- he noted after a pause. -- Perhaps someday I will be able to make a real breakthrough in magic. And then – yes, then they will talk about me! -- the sorcerer coughed. -- If I live that long...