- Well, yes, apparently every body lying in a ditch embarks on a journey solely for that purpose. - Nel smirked. - Very interesting, what information are you expecting from me?
Nel sat down next to him.
- This Deepwell is a disgusting place. - The elf took a sip of the beer brought by the owner. - It seems that introducing oneself to people here is not in fashion, as if they live in a cave.
The girl looked back and pointed with her finger at the people she had noticed earlier.
- See? Barbarians from somewhere in the mountains, I don't understand them. - Nel snapped her fingers. - Do you think they came here to buy a couple of... apples? Or something else that's available in this hole?
The huge warriors were talking loudly and drinking strong ale as if it were water; their table was covered with empty plates and mugs.
"Maybe she's looking for protection herself? But she's too brazen. Or maybe she was just raised that way," - the mercenary thought, - "Either way, I can always brush her off at any moment, so let her continue."
- Do you have some kind of problem with them? - Matthias clarified, in order to clarify one of the possible scenarios.

Барон "Vampires"
Отдай свои прошлые сны,
В сомненьях себя обрети,
В бешеном танце душа кружится!
Не думай, что будет потом,
Здесь и сейчас мы живем,
Стань хоть на миг сам собой, слышишь!



