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The fifth day is almost over... which means the start of the campaign is very soon.
“The Northerners are feared – they freeze by the fireplace in winter,” Ottar chuckled. “Then I’ll visit you in two days, Lord Marshal. Anything else?”
The word “delicate” somehow sounded scarier than a horde of enraged Northern berserkers... and if it wasn’t related to her, then it probably wasn’t worth his attention. Although... nothing here was related to her.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers