[ F.X.D.] Sketches on the Discworld universe. Pratchett Terry "Discworld". Overlord. (crossover).

Part seven. Karn village The expression on Enri's face is indescribable, as if you smiled while in shock. Something like the expression on the face of a child who was given a real nuclear bomb for his birthday. In this case, this nuclear bomb looks like two adventurers in black robes who came to stay for one day. According to them, they got lost. (Perhaps.) Although, there was no strong confidence that they, adventurers, of course. In the global sense of the word, they are still adventurers, but we are only talking about a guild... In general, let’s assume that they were simply allowed into the village for one day, but what? It seems like the people there are not evil. The only thing that bothered me, or rather, who bothered me, was a two-meter miracle - a Yudo, without a face. Under the hood you can't really see if it's there. But he behaves at least adequately in such a way that all claims are removed. *** Susan couldn’t sleep... It’s always hard to sleep in a new place, and also this tick - tock. . Teak. So. Teak. So... So... Previously, she had not even thought about this sound and slept peacefully to the rhythmic ticking of the clock. And before she worked as a governess. Yes, I had to get used to new places, then it was much easier than now. This is not the world she is used to... Susan went into the kitchen. A very strange action from someone like her. But she had already missed her breakfast, lunch, and dinner a long time ago! The only thing she didn't miss was trying to sleep and her growling stomach. And in the kitchen sat a dark silhouette, onto which bluish rays fell from the window. - ARE NOT SLEEPING? - I just remembered that I hadn’t eaten anything during the day. - - IT SEEMES THAT THEY LEFT SOMETHING FOR US. -Oh, milk and bread. Well, at least something... -Tearing off pieces of bread... I would like the bread to be the way I prefer. You know, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Or just soft, white bread... Perhaps this is people's standard choice for bread products... But, seriously, I love bread. And not necessarily the one I described to you. In this case, the bread was black, but not as tasteless as a brown rectangle. (But, you can eat that too.) (The author is an ass! And he can write an entire essay about bread. Change!) Susan did not care about the taste and crunch of the bread, she was hungry. The milk, surprisingly, was full of fat, so you understand... This is not the 2.6% that my family is used to drinking... This is pure fat... The milk could compete with our store-bought butter! Susan choked on such a rich "taste..." It seems that on the flat world, milk is also diluted? My stomach growled pleasantly in response to such food. There was nothing else left for him... Problems with Susan’s gastrointestinal tract are guaranteed if she continues her “starvation” policy. She ate the rest of the bread and drank the entire jug of milk and felt that she was full for the rest of her life. The crumbs on the face were also eaten by the tongue. Death couldn't help but grin, finding something endearing about the situation. The reader will probably mutter: Why didn’t you ask the locals for food? That is, more food... And not this pathetic jug of milk and a piece of bread. They didn't think about it in this situation. They are now like wet kittens that were thrown onto the road, somewhere in the forest. "What to do? How to be? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF EXISTENCE!?