Happy Life
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“Some nonsense,” thought Derevos, not really noticing the difference. But if it helps the guest of the capital feel a little more comfortable, open up, and observe their tradition, then so be it. Perhaps, in reality, it was some kind of emerald ritual.
“In advance?” he asked, catching on to a detail he had almost missed. “You’re playing a strange game; if I had any reason not to trust you, I would be on my guard now. Well, let’s go,” he said, following behind.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
