Happy Life
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- Mmm... mmmmmmm... hmmmm... mmmm! - Veserod nodded approvingly, turning the improved weapon in his hands. The design did partially remind him of the national bows from his homeland, which could not help but evoke a pleasant feeling in his soul just by looking at it. - Good... You've outdone yourself, old friend, - he said, shaking the master's hand firmly and gratefully. - What would we all do without you if you moved somewhere over there...?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
