Граф Орлов
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— There must be quite a stir in the capital right now. Ah, I’ve been relaxing in the province for too long... — Juvencius thoughtfully scratched his two-week-old stubble. The long journey was starting to tire him, and the nervous faces of the nameless cultists weren’t helping either. Juvencius was a coward himself, but to be afraid in advance and force others to witness his gloomy expression was simply bad manners.
Let the dice roll.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers