“... “I guessed right,” Arvel muttered under his breath. – As always... – What are you saying? – Timbur frowned. “Oh, nothing.” Tell us better, how are things going with you? - Are things going? – Timbur raised his eyebrows. “I have work to do at most three times a week, and soon there won’t be any left.” How many people did you see on the road from the port? – Two or three trucks: the road is deserted, and the people in the surrounding villages are scared to death. In Dorkala - and it’s a rich farm - they were waiting for me with halberds, but when I drove past, they didn’t touch me. They were frightened: they thought there was some kind of trick in any rider. That’s for sure - this has never happened. “It didn’t happen,” the owner echoed. “And soon nothing will happen like that at all.” There won’t be any left..."