Happy Life
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Veserod nodded and surveyed the entire location, looking for luggage, cargo, or anything else that might indicate their origin.
- ...El Lu-na-ri-a... - he scribbled their names in a birch bark notebook. - And these, I presume, are your bodyguards? - he nodded towards the silent thralls. - Are you here on a business trip, representing someone?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
