"03 - Servant of the Shard - R A Salvatore" - читать интересную книгу автора (Paths Of Darkness)

All the while Entreri didn't bunk, didn't glance away at

all, just kept visually holding the first one, who was

sitting directly across from him, in that awful glare.

The man standing at Entreri's side gave a little grunt

as the assassin applied pressure, then brought his free hand

to his belt, to the curved dagger he had secured there.

Sha'lazzi muttered another line of the prayer.

The man across the table, held fast by Entreri's deadly

stare, motioned for his friend to hold calm and to keep his

hand away from the blade.

Entreri nodded to him, then motioned for him to take his

friends and be gone. He released the man at his side, who

clutched at his sore thumb, eyeing Entreri threateningly. He

didn't come at Entreri again, nor did either of his friends

make any move, except to pick up their plates and sidle

away. They hadn't recognized Entreri, yet he had shown them

the truth of who he was without ever drawing his blade.

"I meant to do the same thing," Sha'lazzi remarked with

a chuckle as the three departed and Entreri settled into the

seat opposite him.

Entreri just stared at him, noting how out-of-sorts this

one always appeared. Sha'lazzi had a huge head and a big

round face, and that put on a body so skinny as to appear

emaciated. Furthermore, that big round face was always,

always smiling, with huge, square white teeth glimmering in