-You are an inquisitor! - the girl crawled away from me in horror, to the nearest tree - Better kill me right away! I will never become your feeding trough! To be honest, I didn’t understand much, apparently I swallowed too much water. “You look like a little bit of that, right?” he raised an eyebrow. “Better tell me, what village are you from?” She continued to bat her eyes. “Yur.” ..- shuddered and turned around sharply. All the years of service did not help at this moment to remain calm. I almost fell, having difficulty keeping myself upright. In front of me stood something semi-bald, black, with spikes on its back, the size of a good calf, and it spoke quite clearly in Russian. “It seems to me that we are a little far from home...” “Zhuzha?” - from shock, the words were barely squeezed out.< /p>