⚔️Serberia

"Well, I think we did pretty well," Annika wasn't too upset about the defeat, "let's go, I'll show you the archery range, my father is supposed to compete in a shooting contest there today."
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"Friend," Fridolph placed his large hand on Adrian's equally large shoulder, "we need to work on our agility and perception..."
"Uh-huh..."
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"Forgive me, Sir Oscar," Silika bowed low before her partner, "I beg you... After you so generously decided to take me as your partner, I failed to meet your expectations..."
"Lady Silika, you are mistaken," he places his fingers on her chin and lifts her head to align her eyes with his, "perhaps we lost in every competition, but I believe that today I won in life," he winks.
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"Oh, the vacation is coming to an end," Rubelia sighed, "and I didn't even get to shine anywhere, and my partner has already run off somewhere..."
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"Losing is certainly disappointing," Rosa remarked to her friend, "but I couldn't have expected us to beat the Duke's daughter and that elf!"
"Yeah," Charlotte agreed, "in a way, you can consider this a victory."
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"So, who are you rooting for?" the elf asked her new friend.
"The annoying energy of the big guy reminds me of my father, so I guess I'm rooting for the squinty-eyed one and his partner."