“Just a minute,” I said quietly, without moving, looking up at Morel.

- What? - he looked in bewilderment in response.

- In a minute, I'll get up, take a crossbow and shoot you, and I don't care what happens to me next. Do you understand me, Morel?

There must have been something in my tone. He moved away from me with mock fun, taking a step towards the exit.

- Perhaps you need to get used to this idea? he suggested cheerfully. - Well, come up with a gift for the wedding! I wonder whose date will be first? Yours or his?

I almost threw his own bottle at...