Happy Life
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- If not this, then maybe something else will come up... - the hunter awkwardly tried to comfort the master, after which he explained where their group could be found later.
A group of young people with strange hairstyles walked by, laughing loudly about something.
- I need to... take a look at the goods... - Veserod turned pale and leaned against the wall of the workshop. - Excuse me...
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
