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-Wow, those are some stories! -Kraylos chuckled. -Luckily, I haven't had anything like that happen to me. You know, in the east, it's just endless, godforsaken wastelands. People didn't even dream of women, let alone anything else. From sunrise to sunset, it was just constant drinking; no one ever sobered up. And that's because it's one thing to give your life in battle, but it's another to live in constant fear, afraid to even go to the bathroom in case something jumps out at you.

- Yeah, everywhere is a mess, I'm telling you. I served in the northwest, in the fifth legion. Fucking Lafirs.
Varen pulled down the collar of his shirt and showed Kraylos the scars from arrows on his shoulder.
-Eleven of them! Right down to the knee. If it weren't for my father's lucky armor, I'd be rotting in the ground by now. They treat us like animals. They sneak across the border just for fun, to shoot at us. It's like a sport, heh.
Varen waved his hand.
-Alright, I won't dwell on that crap. No point in ruining my mood. So, what were you saying about women? I know a great place around here. It's expensive as hell, but they have women of all types, and they know their stuff. How are you doing with money?