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Of course, upon meeting, the captain of the guard and the commandant showed each other the utmost politeness that a soldier is capable of.
- Greetings, glorious city commandant! - announced the captain. - May Elrath bless the city in which you maintain order! - The commandant reciprocated:
-Greetings, brave captain of the city guard! May Elrath bless the service that you so tirelessly perform! Sit down, friend, let's have a mug of "Tarva."- They sat down at the table and began a harmless conversation about how lazy and inept the soldiers are and how they only think about how to flatter their superiors.
- It's good that we exist, the only ones who truly care about our sacred griffin empire!
- Well... besides the emperor.
- Yes! You are right, my dear comrade! Let's drink to the emperor!
- To the emperor! - the clinking of iron mugs could be heard. - And it's good that there are loyal friends, always ready to come to the rescue! - Indeed! - The commandant became uneasy, but kept his composure. -And who always repay their debts on time!- So let's drink to...
- Wait, my dear Tarva lover! - said the captain of the guard, still being hypocritical - Let's get back to what you called me here for. - Called? Despite all my friendly feelings, dear comrade, you must be mistaken! I didn't call anyone.
- Enough! Stop beating around the bush. - the guard's patience ran out. - Didn't you borrow ninety silver coins from me three weeks ago and still haven't returned them?
- Since when did it become ninety? I borrowed sixty coins from you, but definitely not ninety!
- Interest, my dear debtor, interest...
- You are a rotten dragon breakfast!
- You are a stinking minotaur dung!
A fight broke out. The commandant smashed a half-empty bottle of Tarva against the captain of the guard's head in the very first second. The captain staggered, but, given the large amount of free space in his head, he was not seriously injured. The captain of the guard drew his sword and rushed at the commandant. The latter slashed him across the face with the improvised bottle. The guard clutched his wounded face and retreated. However, the sword still managed to hit the commandant in the left rib. Both brawlers collapsed to the floor. Suddenly, the commandant threw the rest of the bottle at the already incapacitated guard and, with his last strength, stabbed him in the neck with a dagger hidden behind his back. The former paladin, who had been watching all this...