Happy Life
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- That tigress... it won't let me rest, - Veserod forced himself to look away from Eir and straightened up. - I mean... the doe. The spirits of the Rus' didn't do that. Someone put it there for some reason. Maybe it was the newcomers...
The hunter shook his head gloomily and began to mutter to himself. He wanted to spit, but he refrained from doing so indoors.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
