XIV

Nostril deserved his name more than once, Terdin found it by looking at him as he approached their table. He had a friendly face, which meant company at their table.

He probably knows a lot of stories, Terdin thought. They always travel a lot. They always have some new news, always some new gossip and always willing to talk.

"Gentlemen, may I join you?" Nose asked.

"Of course," Terdin said.

"Talk about what's going on in the area." The coroner said.

"What interests you?" The man asked.

"All the latest news," Terdin said.

"Let me go, then. The situation is not so great in Northi, gangs of renegades are roaming the woods. Mayor Nirt is in jail for killing his wife and her lover; rumor has it she didn't know about his plan. And, just when they started, he entered." Nosey moved closer so no one else can hear.

"And no wonder he killed her, who could endure such people." Terdin said.

"I must," the coroner started rolling his eyes.

"In Hirtala the knights are bringing order. All the renegades and their tribesmen have been apprehended. It is clear to everyone what happens afterwards. Prince Jerdian introduced a fearful government, taking over the throne from the incompetent Prince Hirt, who was unable to conquer his bride. He sent his brother instead."

"I didn't know that. I always thought Hirt was capable of at least that." The coroner was already warming up for the story.

"The Reverend Ordit was chosen for the commissar. Maybe this time better."

"I know from reliable sources. It's better and more honorable than the previous ones." Terdin looked from left to right.

"A council of wizards will soon, decided to change the place."

"When will they do it?" Terdin asked.

"In the following months if the news is true."

"Do you know where?" The coroner asked.

"Nordit, that part is true."

"That's why they renovated it this year." Coroner retorts.

"About twenty witches were captured and burned in Guirdal."

"In Girdal? Who would you say," Terdin's face changed.

"Duke Rikhard von Rotier went against his neighbor Baron Wilkard von Dieser." The nostril continued.

"Rotiers and Diesers, the constant drift, people have stopped betting who would win. They are a bigger piece, than Servia Erita's Ritari, which printed in twenty-eight volumes." Terdin commented, drinking a guild drink.

"After volume three, I stopped reading," Coroner profits.

"You're good. I quit after the fifth." Terdin always thought he was the only one who gave up so early.

"I quit after the tenth one," nostril looked surprised that he wasn't the only one who gave up.

"To change the subjects... sing us something." Terdin was already interested in some of the famous songs.

"I've always been interested in the full version of Lost Love."

"Gladly," nostril began:

Somewhere above the black water,

Young Korakas said goodbye to his girlfriend,

But even sadder than Forterein,

Hey, hey, hey falcons!

Fly over mountains, forests and valleys,

It rings, it rings, it rings a bell.

My stepdaughter,

Flies over the heavenly heights,

There are a lot of girls in the world,

Mostly in Forterein.

There, I left my heart

With my dear.

She stayed there alone,

My little swallow,

I am here in this foreign country

I miss it day and night.

My heart is crying,

Sadness, sadness for a girl,

For green Forterein,

Sadness, sadness makes the heart cry,

I will never see her again.

Give me wines, wines, wines!

When she dies, have me beside her

In green Forterein,

In addition to my dear,

Besides my family.

Fly, falcons across celestial heights.