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- A sacrifice, - as if echoing his mentor, Veserod gloomily watched Eir and Imelda, his arms crossed over his chest. - There are many tales where parents or villagers take a child to the mountains, the forest, and abandon them. They ask a deity for blessings in return. Or sometimes, simply in a lean year or out of spite.
All these stories were absolutely real - in the depths of Scharnhorst, cut off from all corners of civilization, where the climate, beasts, and people were no less harsh and cruel to each other, semi-wild tribes still existed, paying with their own - or someone else's - flesh and blood for the right to survive in these lands. Centuries ago, both Clans - the Rus and the Aryans - had a violent history of coexisting with these peoples, until their unification and exodus down the map of Serberia.
- Or... - the hunter shrugged. - The spirit somehow healed us. Maybe it did the same for her.
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-- Good day, -- the Argalian tried to get the merchant's attention, -- may I inquire about your assortment?