- She does not know how to drink alcohol at all, but I hope we will advance if not tonight, then tomorrow morning.

- Well, yes, I understand, I have already notified the council, so that as a snack, you can move forward. - Wait, did you make scrambled eggs? - surprised lizard.

- Why? Oh, don't tell me your kids were there, ”Rowell laughed.

- Very witty! - snorting Lacer. I'm just surprised you make great progress.

“It’s time already, here is a lamb without a shell, and the meat is well roasted, the latter, by the way, is your fault,” she winked at the lizard, who pointed out the wicker chair to her, and began to set the table.

Cheese, ruddy bread and fresh bread made a company of the dish Rowel.

“Nervous,” he asked Rovely sympathetically, noticing how she sat down and thought.

- You know, I do not like politics, and now I have to explain myself before the council. “It was possible to take someone else who is strong with us in this, but Cain was extremely stubborn.

“Okay, everything will be over soon, don't worry,” the Lacetre encouraged her.

“Yeah,” the girl replied sadly.

- Listen, but tasty, you're great! He exclaimed, trying the girl's concoction ...

Sangia sat at the head of a large marble table and tried with all her might to hide her irritation, she had already explained the situation for an hour, answered questions, explained, convinced her and the girl was already quite tired. Sitting on a clumsy wooden chair, in front of a polished finish of the only furniture, on a marble floor, surrounded by marble walls and a marble ceiling, in a huge marble block! Clumps - which lazerty identified as a room for negotiations. Between the answers, Sangia tried to determine which veins prevailed: gray, white or numerous patches of dark yellow, simultaneously reflecting on hatred of Cain, phobias of a closed space and their manifestations, as well as thoughts of the motivated lizards from making a single piece of rock to make such a work of art . Six advisers, three from each side again actively discussed possible options. Rowell watched them sadly. Gorrnak - a small plump lizard with a forever deceitful-simple expression on his face was on their side. Still, under his patronage was Flyte, and she himself knew better than anyone, unlike the rest. Centoferil - was the oldest adviser, the once bright emerald crest now lost color, and the scales did not shine in the sun as before, but the lizard was wise enough and wise not to deny support to old friends (at least Rowell hoped for it ). Nala was the only girl in the room, a rather cunning and prudent Lazertykh did not particularly sympathize with her, and Sangia was afraid that she would not share the point of view she needed. In secret, Rowell believed that her opinion would be crushed by a majority vote. Sangia knew little of the remaining three: a massive, burly man with two white horns and two unremarkable lacerits in rich robes, she had seen all of them for the first time. As, however, they are hers.

“Dear Sirs,” Gorrnak addressed to his colleagues, “Let's not detain Sange Rowell, at the moment she has laid out everything to us and if no one is against it, let her be free, we will take the decision independently.”

No one objected, and with grateful glance at the lazert, the girl hurried to leave the marble vice.

Outside a small corridor, there were several assistant members of the council. One of them approached her and introduced himself as a Gorrnak retinue, said that Flyte went to another city to visit her relatives and arrive soon, but for now she can follow him to the library. Rowell followed him, trying not to notice the gaze of a dark chocolate-colored leather cup.The lizard - who wore a brown robe seemed a bit strange to her, but the girl had long been accustomed to that, due to her fame, she could easily attract extraneous attention. When the warrior disappeared in appearance, he immediately hurried into one of the corridors ...

“Yes, I'm telling you, Cain asked me, you can believe him, and me too,” answered Rowell tiredly, again her communication was taking longer than planned.

The librarian carefully looked at her with brown eyes:

- But why not books on history, why the Scriptuarium?

“How do I know, I said that he needs this text, I don’t need these fairy tales,” Roewel carelessly defended.

“These are not fairy tales, but our faith, you cannot respond to it like that!” - deafly straightened her lizard.

He even straightened to his full height, glaring with displeasure.

“I cannot blame elves for sharp ears, lazertov for the presence of tails, but I have the right to express my opinion in other cases,” snapped Rovel.

She didn’t like talking to her in such a condescending tone, and usually the melancholic and calm girl could get angry. “'Well, now surely will send me! “” She thought, looking at the librarian.

The precious time flowed, and the lacquer seemed paralyzed, he just stood and looked at her, when Rowell was ready to open his mouth, the lizard sighed and threw a short phrase:

- Let's go!

“'Apparently he does not want to mess with me, oh yeah, I agree with this decision more than ever! “” - guessed Sangia.

Together they went into the room, consisting of countless bookshelves, in front of the entrance was a table and several cabinets. Latsert quickly got the right book. Having typed and counted out the necessary amount of blank sheets of paper, he thrust a small machine on a table incomprehensible to the girl and with a loud screech stitched them. Then the lizard hurriedly pulled out two bowls and several bottles from the closet. "'How hurry to get rid of me, although I completely agree with him,'" - glad Rowell. At first, two bowls were filled with an incomprehensible liquid, dropping a book and a future copy there, the lizard froze.

- and? - asked Sangia.

- And wait a bit! - muttered lacer.

After some time, he gave the warrior a surprisingly dry copy of the Scriptuarium. Having presented the librarian with scant words of gratitude and not forgetting to check the honesty of the work done, the girl hurried after Gorrnak, who was waiting for her assistant. Get out of here! For today, she had plenty of talk. Though she would have remained with pleasure in Snumastang, she rested with Flight and Olivia, looked at other cities of the lizards, but she had to hurry.

This time, instead of the helper, Sangia was met by Sefril himself:

- Well, how are you? - He asked.

- More or less, I received the Scriptuarium volume.

- Well! By the way, the council considered Cain's petition, he would completely satisfy the request regarding provisions, about living forces - not everything is so smooth. - They fear that they will assign us assistance to the rebels.

- Well, in this part I did not doubt.

- But there is one thing, but no one bothers to agitate volunteers? - I have a lot of connections, Gorrnak is on our side and if I leave, it does not mean that all this disappears. I will try to ensure that the rest of the council members do not interfere with this mobilization. For a few weeks, Rowell and my people will gather as many willing as they can.

- I am glad to hear this, we have every person, every ally on the account!

“Okay, let's go home, if you want to leave today, then it's time to get ready.”

Chocolate Lacetz hurried, he hastily opened a secret drawer in his desk and threw all the contents into the floors of his robe: consisting of several rings and one letter. Covering the door behind him, he walked away, leaving the underground city, getting to the surface, the lizard wiped his face from the sand with his hand and dusted off the floor of clothing from the clods. The stranger spat several times, expecting nasty sand for him.

The figure in the robe quickly walked toward the far-mountain region, moving some distance from the city, he disappeared for prying eyes.None of the peaceful farmers was now able to see him and the stranger ran at a tremendous speed, he passed the land of the lazert, ... Read more →