"Then let's not pull?" Devlin took off his jacket and laid it carefully on the sand.

On top lay a holster with a revolver and a scabbard from a sword. He remained in a light shirt and with a strip of ruby steel in his hand. I didn't like it at all.

- What the hell is going on here? - Demandingly I pulled the orc by the sleeve of the mantle.

- BUT? He seemed to just remember me. - Darshan. Our custom. This guy says that you belong to him, he demands the return of your property, and challenges anyone who does not agree to a duel. Now...