"03 - Servant of the Shard - R A Salvatore" - читать интересную книгу автора (Paths Of Darkness)

perfectly safe. The dagger was his trademark weapon, one of

the most feared blades on all of Calimport's dangerous

streets.

Entreri enjoyed the respect the young thieves offered

him, and more than that, he demanded it. He had spent years

earning his reputation as the finest assassin in

Calimport, but he was getting older. He was losing,

perhaps, that fine edge of brilliance. Thus, he came out

brazenly-more so than he ever would have in his younger

days-daring them, any of them, to make a try for him.

He crossed the busy avenue, heading for a small outdoor

tavern that had many round tables set under a great awning.

The place was bustling, but Entreri immediately spotted his

contact, the flamboyant Sha'lazzi Ozoule with his trademark

bright yellow turban. Entreri moved straight for the table.

Sha'lazzi wasn't sitting alone, though it was obvious to

Entreri that the three men seated with him were not friends

of his, were not known to him at all. The others held a

private conversation, chattering and chuckling, while

Sha'lazzi leaned back, glancing all around.

Entreri walked up to the table. Sha'lazzi gave a nervous

and embarrassed shrug as the assassin looked questioningly

at the three uninvited guests.

"You did not tell them that this table was reserved for

our luncheon?" Entreri calmly asked.