Character: Riona

Dragging myself clear, I found that Gift in the attitude of "Dedkov for turnip" holds the killer in the leg. The turnip was kicking and swearing.

- Don't cry, sister. - Brother patronizingly patted me on the shoulder, leaving the outfit on, the prints are smeared with chocolate fingers. Tomorrow, as soon as you open the gate, I'll go into town and find us a sensible magician.
- And if will not find?
Rinca, you are the Oracle or Banshee? - angry Gift. Better prophesied something useful. Like: "... you see... you see!.. the road... a puddle... a dead cat... the third turn from the forge, the yellow house with two chimneys, the secret knock: three long, two short, the password is "do you take in a fix for the millstones?", review "the king is dead, long live the Ghost!"

I have the feeling that if I broke, quiet and decent to hang in the stable, all will breathe a sigh of relief: "your troubles are over, poor thing!"

I wanted to sit down, and better to lie down and die, at once freed from all problems.

A noble lady was to faint, but I have never managed to make it quite believable, so I decided not to shame.
And uncomplicated yelled.