... grabbing a bag of gold from the table, Talmar ran out of the tavern. He rushed so that the wind whistled in his ears. His heart was pounding with fear: it seemed that Talmar was about to be intercepted by the Iron Watch. Or even the robbed hag itself. Recognizes with his magic where Talmar lives, and will appear without an invitation. He trembled all evening from the steps on the porch. Old hag came to him at night. "I curse!" - she howled, and Talmar's hands, separated from the body, slid like snakes in different directions. Talmar woke up in a cold sweat. I felt myself: everything was in place, both hands and feet. He rushed to the purse and sighed with relief: the gold did not turn into dirt or shards, the coins were still weighty and beautiful. Each of them promised Talmar rivers of ale and mountains of meat, noisy evenings with a crowd of miner friends, and maybe even new boots.. So he fell asleep - anticipating, stroking his wallet... (The page has ended. Maybe there will be a sequel next?) Hidden story objects: - 1 Umarova pride, part 1/4 - 2 Umarova pride, part 2/4 - 3 Umarova pride, part 3/4 - 4 Umarova pride, part 4/4 |