Happy Life
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Once again in the last half hour, Dervos went to wash his hands.
"And if not Kai, then who? Any guesses?" he replied, carefully washing away all sorts of microbes from under his fingernails. "They don't look like they're from the Bearded Ones. They didn't just pop up like rats from rotten straw."
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
