Happy Life
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It doesn't seem scripted, Mikko thinks. But that's not surprising – only some fat guy with a few hundred gold could crash here.
- Do you understand? - she grumbles irritably towards the bag containing a book on weight loss.
Waving her hand at the cliff to indicate that everything is okay, she looks around – is her "fiancé" flying somewhere on the wings of the night? If not, she'll spend half a day returning to the starting point.
- Do you understand? - she grumbles irritably towards the bag containing a book on weight loss.
Waving her hand at the cliff to indicate that everything is okay, she looks around – is her "fiancé" flying somewhere on the wings of the night? If not, she'll spend half a day returning to the starting point.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
