"Damn you, who are you?" Orel was enraged. "Get out of my way!"

The riders didn"t move, baring their swords threateningly. One of them raised his hand signaling his wish to speak.

"I"m Morgan Talas," he said loudly. "If you don"t know me yet, you"ll get to know soon. And don"t bother with introducing yourself, I know who you are. You"re the dirtiest and most disgusting man in this city, prince Arel Chig!"

"Wha-a-at?" Orel growled pulling out his sword from behind his back.

Lis, Enriki and Tol did the same. Nikto rode up to Orel.

"Calm down, Orel, he talks loud but he won"t fight, he"s shit scared of you."

"Who"s that? What"s he doing in my street?"

"It"s Lamy"s boyfriend."

"Lamy?"

"The girl whose head you cut off by mistake."

"Aah, I see. So, do you want to fight me?" Orel raised his head proudly. "Do you want to get revenge for your wench?"

He swished his sword.

"Come here! Your head will join hers."

But Morgan seemed not to hear his words.

"Nikto?" he said quietly. "I didn"t doubt you"d be with them."

Nikto turned to him.

"Think whatever you want."

"You ruined Lamy. She thought you were her friend and you set her up! At first you took her soul, then her life! You cursed devil, why did you need her?"

"Talas, get out of the way," Nikto said. "You have no business to be in this street."

"And what business do you have? The fallen lords have given you their souls, haven"t they? Be damned, you, for giving this devil the power to come out by daylight!"