Happy Life
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A couple of meters from the door, I leave ten Rumies on the ground, knock on the door cheerfully like a teenager, run to the window, and when she goes to open it, I climb inside, put the window back in its original position, and slip from the kitchen into the house. If I suddenly hear and realize that I won't have time to leave the kitchen, I hide in it; she returns to her pots, and I sneak further in. I do all of this, of course, while stealthed and at a speed of ten billion.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
