Siverfale
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-Damn it... - Sieverfall swore. This wasn't the first time he'd broken a rib, and with each passing year, the experience didn't get any more pleasant. -And you, I see, don't have a scratch? Will you carry me if needed, haha? - he asked without much humor. -Any ideas where we should go?
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?