“The wine? I brought almost a whole barrel with me, Hadji. I would f*****g hope that I won’t regret bringing it with me!”
“You know what I’m talking about,” Hadjar ignored the demon’s customary deflections and jokes.
Helmer took another drink, smacked his lips, and sat down in one of the chairs that had been brought to the bargaining table. The soldiers, on Hadjar’s orders, had brought the table to the agreed-upon spot and retreated to a respectful distance, leaving Hadjar and Helmer alone.
He was certain that the gods would not try to set a trap — they simply did not have the time or resources to do so, all because of Hadjar’s Law. And if the riders didn’t stop in time, Lian’s archers and Tur’s cannons would strike. Hadjar and Helmer were safe for now.
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