“Al, why don't you take off your mask?” Tol asked, pouring wine over the second round without a pause.
“I can't yet, Nik is still treating me,” said Lis, shaking his head, and turning, looked with his yellow eyes with black edges, glistening in the slits of the mask, at Nikto. He looked, as it seemed to Kors, with some resentment.
“Yeah,” Tol drawled in some confusion, but immediately cheered up, overshadowed by another thought:
“And I have a new tattoo!”
And he began to unbutton his jacket and shirt under it with passion, showing them his next tattoo. On Tol’s chest was now a naked and very curvy woman who was lying on her back with her raised legs wide apart. On top of it, instead of a lover, a large black panther perched on its mouth in a fierce grin.
Seeing the beauty’s breasts, huge and round, like balls, Vitor Kors quickly turned away to cover his mouth with his hand and not laugh out loud. Nikto seemed to have said absolutely sincerely:
“Tol, how cool! Who was inking you? Unclean Shukul?”
“Yes!”
“Very cool! I want such one too!”
“Tol, how many days have passed in the Fort since we left?” Lis interrupted their enthusiasm sharply.
“What day is it?”
“How should I know!” Obvious notes of anger and irritation appeared in Lis’ voice.
Tol looked at him in confusion.
“You have been gone for three days, sir Atley Alis,” Dick Nedwill intervened quickly and defused the situation.
And Lis, turning to Nikto, looked at him SO…
“No need to burn me with a glance,” Nikto immediately reacted. “Desmod and Marbas have not come yet, and without them there is no point to hit the road.”
“When will they come?!”
“Soon! And let the wounded recover, we will have more people.”
“While we wait here for your unclean and heal the wounded, Kudmer will call for help from other cities!”
“And if not? Let's wait for word from Samer from the Marmer squad. He will scout out what is happening in Ore town and its environs.”
“While he scouts, Kudmer will have ten thousand help! Speed and surprise were our trump cards, we had to not let them come to their senses! Now, no. Now everything has gone to shit!”
“Lis, go fuck yourself!”
“Fuck, I do it more often than go out in the fresh air!”
“This… this Kudmer has time to gather anyone, you panic again!”
“No, well, of course, Kudmer is a fat, self-confident fool, but not to such degree!”