SurPreice

- M-mose, is my cousin, oh, - Herc tried to keep up the rhythm, "better than I am? - Ah-ah, Herc! More! - the sorcerer let the question pass his ears. But when it was over, and they were lying in bed, he answered: - No, you are better for me. Your cousin was very rude. - Did you really want to be with him? - Herc was worried, remembering his relative's temper. In fact, when he had disappeared, the family had sighed with a sigh of 'got him after all' and secretly with relief. Torm, entering any room, immediately filled the entire space with himself. He was loud, powerful, rude. He laughed loudly, waved his arms, talked to everyone. He was simple, and people were drawn to him. And he was always getting mixed up in stories, trying to help everyone. - Destan made me and your cousin-- - Caught you? - I couldn't understand the Greek. Forced?! He lost you at cards? Mozenrath laughed so hard he almost fell off the bed. - I'm sorry, but your cousin could hardly play cards," Moz laughed. - Fist fights - it was his, - hugged his lover Herc, - And any quarrel! Torm came to be hired by Destan with his detachment, in order to appease the Bedouins on the borders. The inhabitants of the Black Sands found it difficult to fight, in general, and especially with the Bedouins, as many of the townspeople had come from that environment. They studied hard, worked hard, and wanted to forget their origins. Washing with sand? Eating dried wood and thorns? Sleep on a floor barely covered by a mat? The people of the coast boasted a much higher standard of living. The Greek mercenary and his team were ready to solve all the problems with the Bedouins who bothered the townspeople - not for free, of course. But it just so happened that he saw Destan's consort. - Many people dreamed of me, but your cousin was not going to limit himself to fantasies! Though he was warned... To be continued?