Caravan route, Ra-Dien mansion,evening watchThe scratching of pen on paper fell silent for exactly the amount of time it took to ask:— Dan Ra-Dien made an appointment for you?I paused, admiring the glare of candlelight on the smoothly combed back of the girl leaning over the desk, and answered:— Of course. Even before I was born.Daneke Miina, Kallas' assistant in his difficult task of collecting tribute from merchants for services that are not always visible even to the eye, severely struck a pen, drawing a particularly strict curl at the end of a word, and only then raised her head:— Dan The counselor has finished the appointment for today.- Truth? And I expected that we would just accept him!Miina's light brown eyes filled with indignation.“You know as well as I do that dan Counselor adheres to—”"Didn't you have three days to rest?" - Callas, who appeared on the threshold of the office, asked a little surprised.In view of not too good health, and also simply out of conve

Antrea, Caravan route, Il-Makhina guest house,last third of the day watch“Ai-tai, what a glorious day it has been!Daneke Amira smiled blissfully as she sank into a scattering of pillows on the couch rugs.Yes, glorious. All legs stopped. Up to the knees. And unlike the ladies present, I can’t afford to sit down. No, not because of upbringing and good manners, which I sometimes think about, although I want to lean my butt against something. Everything is much more boring: I have to be ready for action at any moment, and pillows, viscous like a swamp, do not contribute to combat readiness. On the other hand, there is little need for my security services for the dear guest of Ra Dien. In fact, I don't see it at all. Needs that is. From the very first meeting...A sly shot of eyes from under a smoothly combed bang, the color reminiscent of a raven's wing. Helpfully, with the slightest degree of mockery, a substituted tray, the dark varnish of which is almost invisible from under the pi

If a person, for some reason, is not able to defend himself on his own, he attracts others to perform this task. Rational decision? Oh yeah! You just need to be sure that the hired guards will truly protect their master, that is, more faithfully and more faithfully than their own body. And here the question arises, can money or other benefits provide devotion? Any rich person will answer without hesitation: in no case. Because there will always be someone who will pay more, and then any agreements are worthless. Sadly? Alas. Of course, among the bodyguards there are honest people who fulfill their obligations to the employer from the first to the last breath, but honestly I will say: there are not so many of them, and those that are, as a rule, are not free from service for a long time, because there is too much demand for them. In addition, everything related to weapons and their use for good or harm is very severely limited by age. They won’t take a boy as a guard because of his lit

Yes, it's hard to understand! Treasure beyond measure! I would have thrown everything away to a hysterical mother, would have left for the estate, locked myself up from the world and ...- What were they talking about?Alden's curiosity knows no bounds. Unlike my patience.“My dear friend, let me ask you a little favor…”The innocent tone made the red-haired mage frown suspiciously.— About what?“Next time, put in a little effort and eavesdrop for yourself, and don’t make me retell the same thing!”Brown eyes sparkled with joy, but slightly uncertainly:- Do you allow it?- I allow it.- Truth?- Truth.- Won't you change your mind?That's what Ollie is all about: detailing details to the point where they make him sick.- Not."And you won't fight?"- My freckled joy, stop pestering me over trifles! Eavesdrop as much as you like, just...The cheeky face instantly took on a dull look:- Only?“If you are in the course of my affairs, be kind enough to take a lively part in them.- Part

Kinn-Aeri, royal residence,second third of the evening watch- Poor thing, how unimportant he looks ... They say he is seriously injured. My dear, is it true? Tell me, don't torture us with guesses!“Don’t force me to divulge state secrets, I know no more than you!” My husband is devoted to the throne, not to his own wife.“Don’t be cunning, Kinta! No man can resist your charm! Admit it, you already asked about everything? They asked, didn't they?“Ah, daneke, daneke, you torment me like executioners! Everything my husband told me...Deciding to add my oil to the fire of flaring gossip, I stepped towards the sincerely talking company, which consisted of the young wife of Amiter and her two bosom girlfriends.Daneke Kinta, a bright brunette, whose charm was slightly diminished by the yellowish tint of her skin, noticed that the enemy was moving in her direction, fell silent and hissed at the others, who instantly bit their tongues. However, the red-haired Olika and Silima, whose ashen