Siverfale
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Parfinora stood before the door of room #14, nervously wringing her hands. What if Imir refused? What if he now hated her too? Trying to push these thoughts aside, she knocked.
-Hello, Imir, she said, not even trying to hide the anxiety on her face. May I invite you for a short walk in the park? I would really like to spend some time with you.
-Hello, Imir, she said, not even trying to hide the anxiety on her face. May I invite you for a short walk in the park? I would really like to spend some time with you.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?
Where do we end up when we save the world?