Wain sat at the bar for about thirty minutes. He smoked, enjoyed the expensive whiskey, and thought.
He needed a little respite to digest all the information he had received, for he had much more to learn.
"Are you ready to go on?" Sven asked, smiling.
"Yes, there is only one race left that I have already met. It is demons. Tell me about them."
"Sure." Proclaimed Sven and put his hand to the crystal ball.
An image of a tall man with two horns on his head and a woman appeared. Demons were also quite a beautiful race. They could be compared to elves, they were two sides of the same coin.
Elves looked calm, graceful, and peaceful, while demons, on the contrary, were attracted by their aggressiveness, activity, and warlike aura.
