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– Perhaps the magnificent Queen Calcite will finally have the brilliant idea that without her serious involvement, the last thing separating her country from the undead hordes might fall, right? – Ushumgallu grinned. His companions are probably completely confused, wondering whether he is mocking Felicia, admiring her, or even falling in love with her, as his words about her are always a mixture of sarcasm and praise. – Well, there is still time to kill before the tournament. A couple of days for the journey, and we will inevitably have to stop in Sugar for a while, and then spend a few days in the capital. Where to next?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers