Happy Life
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Veserod exchanges glances with Eyr, calls upon the spirit and any malevolent entities. If that doesn't help, he visually scans the lake and the surrounding area. If nothing suspicious is noticed, and neither the feeling from the body of water nor from the spirit leads to anything, he throws a pinch of provisions, less than one unit, or a stone further and deeper into the water.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
