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Veserod stops around the corner and leans against the wall. He sees spots and darkness, his ears are ringing, and his face is pale. Wrinkling his face, as if from a toothache that runs through every cell of his body, he slaps his cheeks and tries to force a smile onto his face.
- Good day! - he greets, stepping out from behind the corner and walking up to the woman. - I didn't expect to see a new face in our small town! Although lately there have been more new people - probably they are escaping from the big cities in their free time to enjoy our spring nature! I hope you enjoy it too?
- W-who are you? You are in the presence of Annemari von Baymundt! Name yourself this instant!