[Stories] Fire paved my way. Part one

Arranging weapons supplies with the Lunatics is a pleasure you'd happily give to the worst enemy, but Augustus always took it upon himself. The thought that Martin would have to speak face to face with these scavengers disgusted him.

That's what the knechte called the Lunatics — scavengers or jackals. One of the elders told Augustus that before Crossout such animals that fed on carrion and never attacked strong predators lived in the deserts. A suitable comparison for Pete's gang, which he for some reason dares call a “faction”.

On the way to the camp, Augustus tried to keep the details of the negotiations in his head in order to tell Martin about them, but the hard day stubbornly invaded his head, and his throat still burned with a smack of smoke.

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