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"Agian, nire eskua bidez, edari bat erosi duzu egun honetan patuak izan zen. Ponder duzun hurrengo aldian uste horiek erraz utziko." With a final pat on the back, Malkith heads out the door. The old man cackles. "Patuak mesfidantza dut, nahiz eta sua ura zirujauak dute." Varisian: "I am wary of the Fates, even when they bear firewater."
"Agian esan ahal izango duzu non ezagutuko zuten, eta bere deskribapena, edertasun hau ikusteko neuk aukeratu dut?" "Nabin Etxea izan zen uste dut. Agian Herensugearen Altxorra. Doa, bai, baina hemen azkenaldian, beti da Nabin. Bere emakumea, bere sua eta azala elurra bezala bezala begiak edertasun ilun-ilegorrie gisa deskribatu zuen. Bere jaitsi aingeru izan zen, esan zuen, eta atsegin handiz zuen bere arima saltzen bere gurtza." The old man grins and eyes Samaritha at Malkith's side. "Diotsuet, gurtu behar dut emakume bat ukitu ahal izango dut nahiago dut." Varisian: "I think it was the House of Nabin. Perhaps the Dragon's Hoard. He goes to both, but here lately it is always Nabin. His woman, he described her as a dark-haired beauty with eyes like fire and skin like snow. He said she was his fallen angel and he would gladly sell his soul to worship her. I tell you, I prefer a woman I can touch to one I must worship."
"Horretan, arrazoi duzu. Zer lagunekin gaztea bere denbora edariak taberna batean gizon zahar bat erosi?" he grins as he takes another sip from the mug. "Gutxienez, zuk nahi duzun informazioa. Volo, bakarrik nahi zuen konpainia, onartu. Edari nahikoa, eman ahal izango dut." He looks at Malkith shrewdly. "Zure txanpon arratsaldean guztiak edan ahal izango dut. Horretarako, esango dut ez dut ezagutzen Volo gaur egun lan egiten du. Emakume bat, ez gutako bat. Jokoa areto bat ezagutu zuen ilargia azken betea izan zen, duela hiru aste inguru, eta berarekin ditu betetzen hiriko gauero geroztik. Zuen sorgindutako gizon bat bezala, bere edertasun handia eta fintasun bere buruz hitz egiten. Jarri zuen zion aukera bat gainean esan zuen, eta ondo egin zuen gero, bere lankidetza iraunkorra izan dadin espero zuen. Baina hitz egin zuen, ez zuen bere izena." Varisian: "In that, you are right. What young man with friends would spend his time buying drinks for an old man in a tavern? You, at least you want information. Volo, he just wants company, approval. For enough drinks, I can provide that. I can drink off your coin all afternoon. For that, I can tell you that I don't know who Volo is working for now. A woman, not one of us. He met her at a casino at the last full moon, about three weeks ago, and he has met with her in the city every night since. He talks about her like a man besotted, her great beauty and refinement. He said she had put him onto an opportunity and if he did well, he hoped to make their partnership permanent. But he never spoke her name."
Taking the offered mug, Malkith moves down the bar to the old man. "Maiatzaren zerua argi eta errepidea lehorra," Malkith greets him. He raises a vessel in a friendly salute before choking down a mouthful of the burning liquid. After attempting to repress the urge to sputter and cough, Malkith quickly puts the mug down and address Filsha more directly, "Patuak esan zidan ezagutzen duzu gizon bat, Volo; scum sort duten gizon bat, hala nola kontratatu litzateke zenekien dezake." "Patuak esan duzu? Ez da beti Patuak bidea? Esango dute non gizon bat gizona gizon bilatzen ari zaren lan bildu aurkitu. Dena da beti hain zaila Patuak batera." He drains off the last of his stein in one quick gulp, then pulls the new mug in front of him possessively. "Volo," he says the name appraisingly. "Elkarbanatutako dut Volo alditan edariak. Zergatik behar duzu esan dut, zer ez du esan zizun berak? Lagun bat nolako gizon beste negozio kontatzen du, batez ere, patuak egingo dira hizkuntzak?" Varisian: "The Fates have told you? Isn't that always the way with Fates? They tell you where to find a man who has met the man who works for the man you are looking for. Everything is always so difficult with the Fates. Volo. I have shared drinks with Volo many times. Why should I tell you what he hasn't told you himself? What kind of a friend tells another man's business, especially when the Fates have held their tongues?" |
