"Pearl" "Pearl", but if you do not pay attention to Isabella in the second part, there will be some kind of painful understatement. Therefore, Hawk is back in the ranks, and reviews, as always, are only welcome.

- Isabella! - Merrill ran ahead to meet the eyes of the dark-skinned Riveinka. “Isabella, how do the kunari scratch their heads?” Do they interfere with the horns?

- Kitten, where did you get that I know that?

“Because you know so much!” - Elf enchantress for a moment hesitated, but then it blossomed, overshadowed by the idea. “Do you think they rub their heads against the trees like the Gauls?”

Pirate surprised black eyebrows.

- I would not regretted the sovereign to look at it!

- No wonder they are always so angry.

Hawk, miraculously holding back until now, laughed out loud. Varrick, who was walking alongside, had long laughed under his breath. When the thunder of male laughter subsided, Merrill again voiced:

- No, really, this is very strange. When my clan was still in Ferelden, we occasionally met Kunari, but none of them had horns. Nobody at all! And in Kirkwall they are all horned!

- And this, kitten, may be somehow related to the fact that they stick out in Kirkwall for the fourth year in a row, while their little wives remain in Par-Vollen. And in general, why did the Kunari suddenly come to you? Don't tell me what ...

- Stand! Hawk threw up a palm and looked around with an exaggeratedly interested look, until he stopped with a glance at a hurrying past passer-by. “Hmm, I'm sure you knew this man in Antive, but then he turned out to be a goatbird, and now you owe him revenge, because he started a fire on your ship.”

“No, I know from reliable sources that the Retainer needs to water the flowers, because her dog asked for their care,” said Varrick.

- Oh, do you have a puppy? - Merryl perked up. - Will you show it to me?

“No, Daisy, we are just pretending to use the idiotic pretext to wash it off this time,” Varrick explained.

Isabella shook Hawk with a sharp thigh with feigned indignation.

“You know I’ll not go to the kunari with you.” These hefty gray foreheads make me nervous.

“But ... Isabella, what if one of them scratches his head ?!” - Merryl snapped up.

Warrick and Hawk burst out laughing in unison. Rivene's pirate, too, grinned, flashing a white-toothed smile, spun on her high heels, and with her usual swaying gait she walked away from the docks. By the time Hawk and the company approached the silent Kunaria sentry, the dark-skinned girl had long since disappeared around the nearest corner.

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Conversations with the Qunari always left an unpleasant impression on Hawk. From the unattainable heights of their incomprehensible teachings, the gray-skinned giants looked at others as a burp of the genlock, even in a short conversation, having time to throw out the shock dose of contempt to the interlocutor. It is not surprising that every visit to Arishok left Fereldenz with a strong desire to wash, which he was not slow to satisfy on his return to the mansion. Getting out of a tub of hot water and hastily shoving himself with a towel, Hawk got into his pants, pulled on his shirt, carelessly intercepted it with a bright scarlet sash and, sighing with a full breast, flooded the carpet leading to the second floor.

“So, where are you getting?” Sounded melodiously behind him.

From the first word Hawk understood who owned the voice, but he turned around anyway.Experience taught him that you should never stand with your back to a woman, that she can gut you without blinking an eye - and besides, Isabella delighted the eye even more than hearing. Unlike Hawk, she didn’t particularly like dressing up, everywhere she appeared in the same costume, but Feelden didn’t object at all to the short white tunic, whose chest lacing barely held the lush breasts, or against the jack boots, which, for all its height, could not hide tanned thighs. Graceful monists made of gold coins, adorned the neck and lowered to the chest, reflected the dim light of the candles arranged along the walls, standing out against the background of dark skin, and a simple scarf of sea-green color covered a pile of thick, though short, blue-black hair. And, of course, the image would be incomplete without the handles of two long daggers protruding from behind the girls' shoulders.

“No offense, be it said,” drawled the sailor, looking around the room with an appraising glance, “but I liked the former place more.

“Are you talking about that shack in which I was huddled with my mother, sister, dog, and I uncle?” - Ironically asked Hawk. It’s not to say that the pirate’s visit surprised him especially - they flirted with each other from the very first meeting - but so far no one has tried to interrupt the game and get down to business. On the other hand, until now the Riveinka did not visit him in the mansion.

“No, I'm not in that sense,” Isabella snorted. - I'm talking about the Lower City. Dirty, chaotic, crazy Lower City - narrow streets, the smell of the sea and the voice of a lonely whore, inviting customers ...

“... while someone is being slaughtered in the next doorway,” Hawk picked up with a smile.

“I don’t believe that it embarrasses you,” Isabella smirked. “Scarlet blood on the black stones of the pavement — try to just say that it doesn’t excite you.”

“I prefer the color range of Ferelden,” Hawk said patriotically. - Get plenty of brown.

“Oh, Ferelden,” Isabella said angrily. - Do not remind. At least you managed to get a tan in Kirkwall, and there, if I managed to find not a pale and not red man, in two cases out of three this meant that he was a Kunari. Do you know that in Denerime they called me "black"? - Darkie in comical indignation waved her hands. - me ?!

- Find not pale and not red with the same success can be in the Upper Town. Hawk tilted his head with a smug smile. - You just need to know where to look.

Isabella slowly approached him until she nearly rested her imposing bust into the wide male chest. Fereldenets did not know that he should have been grateful for her walk — the habit of moving on an unstable ship deck or Rivne femininity — but the sight of wide swaying hips was obviously worth it.

“And where is it?” Isabella ran the tip of her tongue over her upper lip, “should I look for them? ..”

A thin, but strong hand clasped his taller belt, while the other hand, as if by chance, walked over the elastic thigh, so by the way, the bare-cut tunic.

“I can show you,” said the Ferelden without a bit of doubt, confidently glancing into the face of the dark-skinned sailor.

The hungry and predatory gaze of the brown eyes of Rayna met the hawk’s gaze and quizzical gaze. Isabella's sensual lips slowly stretched into a grin, exposing her small white teeth, and women's palms slowly crawled up the male stomach, bypassing her powerful breasts, to finally stop on her shoulders. Something too bright to be just a glow of burning candles flashed in Isabella's eyes - and a moment later the pirate found herself in Hawk's hands in one cat jump, wrapped her long legs around her waist, and hot female lips stuck into men's long, demanding kiss.

Hawk was expecting something like this - he was taken aback except Isabella's speed, but not the fact of the incident - so his hands immediately grabbed the broad hips of the sailors, and his fingers bit into the elastic buttocks. Exchanging fiery kisses with the pirate, Fedelden slowly backed toward the door to the bedroom.The door, fortunately, opened inwards, so that one blind foot was enough for her to open wide and a couple kissing passionately into the room. Uncertainly, stepping toward the bed — keeping the figure skater twitching in his arms — it was probably no easier to maintain balance than on the ship’s deck in a storm — Hawk caught the moment, transferred Isabella's weight to one hand, and reached out with his free hand to the dagger handle ...