Neokondor: переводы

→Shortly after Saffy had agreed (“of your own free will, now,” Grizzek had emphasized) to assist him in plumbing the potential of the magical, marvelous, miraculous Azerite, Gallywix had sent them a single large vat of the stuff along with a note: You two creative kids go crazy!

→The queen spoke quietly with one of the guards, who nodded and stepped out. A few minutes later, he returned, escorting a little dwarf boy. The child’s skin was an unusual but appealingly warm shade of gray. His eyes were large and green, holding no hint of the red glow common to the Dark Iron dwarves, and his hair was white. Anduin knew at once who it had to be: Moira’s son, Magni Bronzebeard’s grandson, and the heir to the throne, Prince Dagran.

→“Pipe, brandy, or dessert?” Anduin quipped.
“Dessert, I think,” Velen replied. “It seems the most innocuous choice.”
“Have my share. If I eat another bite, I’ll burst.”
“Mind if we have a bit of company?” Moira asked as they rose and left the table.
“Of course; anyone you like.”

→Moira, observing Anduin’s reaction to the option of any of the three, suggested an hourlong amble around Ironforge instead to help them digest. Anduin gratefully accepted. He invited the draenei to accompany them, but Velen demurred, saying, “You two have much to discuss, I am certain. I will stay here and converse with Muradin and Falstad.” Muradin Bronzebeard, the middle brother of the three Bronzebeards, represented his family’s clan in the Council of Three Hammers. (The youngest of the famous brothers, Brann, had founded the Explorers’ League and had too much wanderlust in him to stay in Ironforge.) Falstad Wildhammer, the third Hammer and the leader of the famed Wildhammer clan, raised a stein to the draenei.

→“But what about you?”

→Anduin had wanted to convene a meeting with the Three Hammers right away, but they had told him one needed time to digest such a hearty meal. Unless it was a matter of immediate life or death, a pipe, brandy, or more desserts were required first.

→Moira Thaurissan, the daughter of Magni Bronzebeard and the leader of the Dark Iron dwarf clan by marriage, was one of the Three Hammers who governed Ironforge. She personally preferred wine to the beloved beer of most dwarves, and she ensured the visiting king was served one of Ironforge’s finest reds as they dined on braised boar meat with plenty of hearty brown bread to sop the juices, vegetables roasted with honey, and a mountain of pastries with which to end the meal.

→“ ‘And here are the why and th’ how, to again become one wi’ the mountain. For behold, we are earthen, o’ the land, an’ its soul is ours, its pain is ours, its heartbeat is ours. We sing its song an’ weep for its beauty. For who would not wish t’ return home? That is the why, O children o’ the earth.’ ” Dagran looked up. “Should I keep going?”

→Anduin had performed all his kingly obligations, observing the proper protocol upon arriving at the massive gates of Ironforge and later during the lengthy formal meal. He’d had to pace himself. Dwarves loved to eat and they loved to drink, and although Anduin was larger than any of them, he was well aware that even the slightest dwarf could drink him under the table if he wasn’t careful.