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But the sudden appearance of a new knight nearby, whose visit she had managed to overlook, came as a surprise to Alaria. The one-eyed servant of Carnea seemed to materialize out of thin air. For some reason, she had the feeling that he was far from the first and not the last one-eyed type in her experience to do such a thing. And this one had clearly been following her for some time, since he had heard the conversation with the Golden Coin.
— I'm afraid, my lord, that a small misunderstanding has arisen, — she smiled, without losing her composure, — the hypothetical book concerned my own scars. However, the idea of a collection of such among warriors in general also deserves to exist. And if you have stories you would like to share with me, I would be delighted to hear them.
- In that case, I would be extremely pleased to inflict new scars upon you, which you could later write about in your book. How about we meet somewhere in private, away from prying eyes, after today's event concludes? And speaking of eyes, - the interlocutor lifts his eyepatch and reveals an empty eye socket, - this I received from the Mistress. Long ago, we had a maidservant in our castle, modest and full of energy, with beautiful neat ears, quite to my liking. But it did not please the Mistress that my eyes were involuntarily drawn to her appearance, so she tore out my eye, and plunged the maidservant headfirst into boiling water. Since then, my remaining eye has not been distracted by anything unnecessary.
— Thank you for the offer, my lord, but receiving scars for their own sake is not an end in itself for me. I do not fear them and I take pride in them, but I hold the opinion that everything should take its natural course, otherwise it may devalue the stories behind them. Otherwise, there would have been no living place left on me long ago.
When Clockwork Orange Unbridled Violence lifted his eyepatch, Catharsis did not take fright. On the contrary, she examined the empty eye socket with interest, not forgetting to listen to the tale accompanying the spectacle. The interlocutor's story was sinister, without any attempt to soften or embellish its content. Such cruelty was quite in keeping with the unflattering reputation of the ruler of Revanland and served as a further reminder that one should not cross her path. Alaria also found the Revanlander's strange fixation on the maidservant's ears amusing — in light of his grotesque necklace, it was hard not to notice. The only question remained whether Zedil wore such a necklace on his own initiative or whether it was yet another cruel punishment from his ruthless mistress.
— Please accept my condolences, my lord. In each of our lives, sooner or later, situations occur when something inside us breaks and dies away. When fate presents us with a lesson so tragic and searing into the soul that we learn it for the rest of our lives. It is sad that for you it took such a form.
Ple-Sen
