"The Paths of Darkness 3 - Servant of the Shard" - читать интересную книгу автора (Paths of Darkness)

The three men stopped their conversation and looked up
at him curiously.
"I tried to explain . . ." Sha'lazzi started, wiping the
sweat from his dark-skinned brow.
Entreri held up his hand to silence the man and fixed
his imposing gaze on the three trespassers. "We have
business," he said.
"And we have food and drink," one of them replied.
Entreri didn't reply, other than to stare hard at the
man, to let his gaze lock with the other's.
The other two made a couple of remarks, but Entreri
ignored them completely and just kept staring hard at the
first challenger. On and on it went, and Entreri kept his
focus, even tightened it, his gaze boring into the man,
showing him the strength of will he now faced, the perfect
determination and control.
"What is this about?" one of the others demanded,
standing up right beside Entreri.
Sha'lazzi muttered the quick beginning of a common
prayer.
"I asked you," the man pushed, and he reached out to
shove Entreri's shoulder.
Up snapped the assassin's hand, catching the approaching
hand by the thumb and spinning it over, then driving it
down, locking the man in a painful hold.
All the while Entreri didn't bunk, didn't glance away at
all, just kept visually holding the first one, who was
sitting directly across from him, in that awful glare.
The man standing at Entreri's side gave a little grunt
as the assassin applied pressure, then brought his free hand
to his belt, to the curved dagger he had secured there.
Sha'lazzi muttered another line of the prayer.
The man across the table, held fast by Entreri's deadly
stare, motioned for his friend to hold calm and to keep his
hand away from the blade.
Entreri nodded to him, then motioned for him to take his
friends and be gone. He released the man at his side, who
clutched at his sore thumb, eyeing Entreri threateningly. He
didn't come at Entreri again, nor did either of his friends
make any move, except to pick up their plates and sidle
away. They hadn't recognized Entreri, yet he had shown them
the truth of who he was without ever drawing his blade.
"I meant to do the same thing," Sha'lazzi remarked with
a chuckle as the three departed and Entreri settled into the
seat opposite him.
Entreri just stared at him, noting how out-of-sorts this
one always appeared. Sha'lazzi had a huge head and a big
round face, and that put on a body so skinny as to appear
emaciated. Furthermore, that big round face was always,
always smiling, with huge, square white teeth glimmering in