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— Yes, speaking of the Satyr, that’s exactly what I wanted to talk about. Wanting to generate interest in the tournament, he offered to sponsor all the losers, can you imagine? Well, I wouldn’t be so harsh on him: shooting requires considerable skill, especially when there’s no one in front of you to distract the opponent. Miss once, and you’re dead. Besides, he’s not using the best equipment he could have. You probably don’t know, but the Satyr is the third son of Duke Puria, so he has plenty of money.
-So, that’s how it sometimes happens. And you and I are very similar. -Adilika paused for a moment, then looked intently into the Thylian’s eyes. -What’s your name?
— Adreus, but in the city, I’m known by the nickname Zigzag.