They also did not forgive arrogance — which is why, despite his very bad temper, even by local standards, Enki Ankarian more than reluctantly, but still stuck to the offer to join forces with you.

He didn't like you from the word at all, and this was a great opportunity to bring someone into the team who would not be at all sorry to be eaten by the underground inhabitants. However, he would do this to everyone except himself, who has a much higher mission in store for him than blindly cutting out everyone in the name of goodness and justice.

The semblance of nights always passed in silence, but not in silence. From time to time, over the crackle of the fire, the sound of rustling pages of another folio, torn from a dusty bookshelf with a fight, could be heard. Enki often had nightmares. there were plenty of reasons — and Enki dreamed, if not of the gods, then at least of a well, his own almost completed crucifixion, or of a raven chasing them both, whose cawing echoed in his ears.

You both rarely spoke.

Rather, exchanged meaningless phrases at a rest stop — none of you wanted to pour out your soul, for which both had nothing, except, perhaps, regret and the very dungeons of fear and hunger. the fire was barely smoldering in the general dampness and darkness, barely illuminating their faces, not to mention the warmth.

"What are you messing with that for?" Enki finally spoke up, now speaking, albeit displeased, but even calmer than usual, whether it was the fault of fatigue or the remnants of ale in a cloudy bottle.

You just raised an eyebrow, slowly making a child's toy and looking at Ankarian, who was frowning and pale like a wax statue. In response to such childishness, the priest only snorted, pointedly averting his gaze to the fire and looking at the tongues of the withered flame for a while, until a slight poke in the side from your side knocked off his stupor.