Anyway, he'll have something to do in the evenings. These two... I don't know what to call them, they said it would take a couple of weeks to get to the city if the circumstances were right.
Erin snarled nervously, biting the tip of the pen.
She looked carefully at the nearby mercenaries talking.
I think they know each other," she wrote. - I've been listening to what they're saying all along today. No, it's not true, dear diary, I wasn't eavesdropping, they just didn't hide. By the way, I didn't know anything important. They talked like old friends. It wasn't enough yet. They could conspire and get rid of me together so they wouldn't have to bother with me for two weeks. Or how long it took us to get to Mogar. By the way, about going.
The girl wriggled, changing her pose.
It hurts," she thought a little and added: - It hurts a lot. It seemed like I wouldn't be able to walk or move at all anymore. This damn mare shook my whole soul out of me. How I didn't fall off it, I'm not going to be crazy. Apparently, the gods are still favorable to me. Let's see if they will have this favor by the end of the journey.
"Freddie stared at me all day. Otherwise, I would have hit him, but now. All I had to do was smile and clap my eyelashes. I hope he doesn't take this as a signal to action.
"What, dear diary? Ah, you're asking me about the mercenaries. Well, what can I tell you about them, besides the fact that I hate them and I'm afraid of them...
They are both quite beautiful, though the priests of the Soviets have always been famous for their impeccable tastes. The blonde, Sylvia, annoys me. She always makes fun of me and laughs when I do something wrong. I would have scratched out her brown eyes. And I would have pulled my hair out. In general, I have such a suspicion that she is the one from the Shadow Council. Although I cannot say for sure. So, now a little bit about the second. Her name is River, and I like her much more, if anything, about her alleged killer. Of course, I wouldn't have been alone with her either, but if I had to choose between the two... You know, dear diary, she has such beautiful bright eyes. And long black hair. And a bunch of weapons of all kinds. In her boots, in her sleeves, behind her belt, a sword behind her back. Oh, yes, the whip is also tied to the saddle. Walking arsenal. Sylvia left her not far from her, and she was also covered in iron. I wonder if they can do the hand-to-hand? Or only from behind, like all murderers?
Erin looked at her companions again. Freddie was trampling next to them, and it seemed as if they were all talking about something peacefully. The girl suffocated with indignation.
No, dear diary," she wrote in a hurry, "look at this. Oh, I wish you could see! This idiot talks to them like that. Does he even know who they are? They're mercenaries, ruthless killers, one of whom will soon be adding my name to his record.
Erin sobbed, wondering if she should begin to mourn herself. But she thought it will be a little early for that, so she leaned over the paper again.
"We should try to escape while we are not so far away from populated areas. Maybe even tonight. Yes, exactly when they fall asleep, I...
- Hey, green-eyed," a low voice above his ear made Erin hurry to cover everything with his hand. She raised her head and stared at River standing next to her.
- Oh, yeah?
- Dinner is ready," the mercenary snapped. - Or aren't you hungry?
The girl smelled it. It smelled great.
- I hope it wasn't Freddy who cooked it. - She was suspicious to know, remembering perfectly well that dinner when the guy decided to buy her his own cookies. Then everybody was wondering where she was going from the dining room.
River threw up her right eyebrow.
- No," she said and gave Erin her hand. - Sylvia was cooking.
It's even worse than Freddy's cooking," she thought, upset, letting the mercenary escort her to the fire. - She can poison it so she doesn't have to pull out the sword again.
- Erin, a great soup," the guy wailed enthusiastically, almost licking a spoon. Sylvia, squatting by the fire, smiled smiling smugly.
- I was taught by a professional," she said, stirring with a stick of coal. - I wouldn't be surprised if you asked for more.
River and Freddy laughed. Erin stared at them in amazement. "Am I going crazy, or are we all acting like old friends who are out on a picnic? Hey, people, actually, they want to kill me. The girl sat down on the ground with a quacking. "And since Freddy is alive, it means there is no poison. So I'll eat and think. I never liked to act on an empty stomach.
To be continued...