Граф Орлов
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Tyrosa Rivelstein,
Damn internet, couldn't log in for ten hours.
As the group was already moving away from the strange merchant, the hunchback stood at the stall for another minute, pondering something, and finally bought one demonic fruit and shuffled off to catch up with his companions. It couldn't possibly get any worse, and Alessia wasn't holding out much hope for the demonic roulette anyway. Maybe that's how they should have started.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers