From the second kick, the lying figure stirred.

- Harl! Don't go to the grave! yelled the penguin. - There the demon cannot get out, and she wants to throw us there!

Harl sat up and shook his head like a big dog, I gave him a reassuring smile. The guy was handsome, and only a couple of years younger than me, despite the mantle of an apprentice.

- No demons. Nobody is going anywhere. We calm down and try to have a normal conversation. Is your name Harl?

The guy looked at me quite meaningfully:

“Marquis Harl Viletti,” he said with inexpressible dignity, “is glad to welcome you.

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