Happy Life
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The caravan leader's face, already somewhat ruddy, turned even redder and, in addition, took on a rather unintelligent expression.
-- A... on a mule, is it?! -- he began, but something changed in his mind again, and his next words were: -- A... who might you be, uh, good sir?
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
