"Edogar!" almost screamed.
The head of my office drank godlessly. He, the dragon Tehars, the huge bald dwarf Oshroe, and the orc, not so huge compared to them, sat and drank in my office. Brazenly generally sat and drank! By pushing my desk to the side, preventing the rest of the office staff from working, and using language that made my ears droop.
- Yes, a donkey to you in ... (let there be a wife), - an orc unfamiliar to me growled, - two hundred heads in half a year, period!
- Himself with a donkey ... (let him marry), we pay with dragon skins!
- Yes, we will remove them from you with one click! the orc fumed.
“Gentlemen, I propose to reduce the degree of emotionality of the negotiations,” Edogar actually suggested, contrary to his own suggestion, adding dragon alcohol to each of
