Граф Орлов
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"Not bad. An unexpected level of common sense for a nobleman's son. Ideals... not having any doubts... well, that's all proper and noble, of course, and expected. It's good that I don't have any attachments and I'm not facing something like that," Marei glanced after Azarine, naturally seeing no one. "Return it? She'll understand that I read it. On the other hand, she's probably used to keeping letters... Ah, but what do I care, in the end."
Having reasoned this way, Marei carefully folded the letter and put it in his pocket. If the opportunity and desire arise, he might return it to the owner. For now, he should think about his plans. In the first week, Marei decided to attend only Muscari's lecture; he hadn't practiced shooting in a long time, and the topic might be useful to him personally.
Nimb and Shadow
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers