At the moment, there were only three people in the grove, whom Shushuk easily recognized: they were all those who had fled when Tarvos was gathering a raid. They all looked at the orc with questioning eyes.
- So, so, so... Rats fleeing a sinking ship, - said Shushuk, drawing his sword (I'm using the Ghost Moon, by the way). - Are you trying to atone for your sins? I can help you...
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт