Happy Life
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- Glory to the heroes. Thanks, guys, you saved me, - says Derevos, before wiping his face with a handkerchief and spitting out three hundred cetrens. - Take a round or two of something nice for yourselves. Just don't cause any trouble; the guards are on edge, and we don't want any misunderstandings.
- You're very popular, sir, - he says to the sir. - I don't know if it's your tail or your otherworldly aura. Did they bother you? And how are you doing, brother, are you okay? - he asks his colleague.
Then he surveys the carnage, checking to see if any of the citizens need help.
- You're very popular, sir, - he says to the sir. - I don't know if it's your tail or your otherworldly aura. Did they bother you? And how are you doing, brother, are you okay? - he asks his colleague.
Then he surveys the carnage, checking to see if any of the citizens need help.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
