"Dusty Monk - The Cloak & The Dagger" - читать интересную книгу автора (Monk Dusty)knew he didn't have much time. He dived for Lacroft's sword. He picked it up and rolled away just as
the door crashed in, and the two well-armored forms of Danaar and Belath came bursting in. Barak stepped back into the shadows. Danaar saw Lacroft standing off to his right, wearily holding his sword. Devon stood directly in front of him, unarmed, with a stunned look on his face. "It's about time!" Lacroft snarled. "Take him!" Danaar and Belath both knew Devon well, having been bested by him numerous times in various guild jobs. They both hated Devon, and raised their swords with a vengeance. Suddenly Devon seemed to realize what was about to happen. "No you idiots! It's not me! It's--" He never finished. The two guards made short work of it against the unarmed thief. When they were done, Danaar turned back to Lacroft, who was standing against the wall. "Well done," Lacroft said. He gestured to the bloody remains of Devon. "Take this -- refuse -- down to the docks, and see that it is disposed of properly." "Yessir," Danaar answered. He and Belath gathered up Devon's corpse, and dragged it from the room. When they were gone, Barak stepped out of the shadows. "So. How's it feel to be the new head of the guild?" he asked with a grin. "In a dragon's eye!" Devon spat. He rubbed his hands over his jaw, and looked down at his form. "Asu.. this feels so real!" "It is real!" Barak retorted. "At least, as real things go, it's real." Devon didn't want to think about that. "How long is this going to last?" "Oh.. no more than a week or two." Devon sighed. "Okay. Well, I intend to be long shed of Port Kaleer by that time." He looked at the sorcerer. "Care to come?" Barak's grin widened. "Well, seen's how you asked. I don't mind if I do." "All right then," Devon replied. "Let's go before the thugs get back and decide to make me stay and run the guild." Barak nodded, and together he and Devon slipped out of the mansion and into the darkness. |
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