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- Humu-humu, - after carefully listening to the x2 long-eared creature, Genz covers the second sheet with new calculations, then says. - Sounds quite plausible. Well, let's check it.
His index and middle fingers deftly pick out a fifty.
- A dark one, please. To match the color of one of my acquaintances.
His index and middle fingers deftly pick out a fifty.
- A dark one, please. To match the color of one of my acquaintances.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
