Happy Life
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- Well, see, there are no problems. Was it worth all the fuss? - Veserod (again) stood up from the bench and walked back and forth across the mill, deep in thought.
After stepping away a few paces, he turned to the remaining comrades in the room:
- What he said matches our information. I believe we have no choice now, and we need to take care of these guys. Let the Count deal with them.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
