Граф Орлов
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Hargen wakes up in the castle chambers late in the morning. It is cold here. No fireplace can warm the stone walls, but fortunately, warm fur blankets were found for the warrior.
“Sir Hargen,” a servant knocks on the door. “Forgive me for disturbing you, but it is time for lunch. Afterwards, Sir Geoffroy and Sir Raymond would like to speak with you.”
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers