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-- Thorstein Ragnarsson is my name, -- the northerner extends his hand to Cassius, his piercing gaze from under low eyebrows surveys the knight's equipment, and a bushy mustache curls into a smile -- something in the appearance of his interlocutor seemed interesting to him. -- I've seen your battles. You fight well. Why didn't you take the championship, in your opinion?
Added 3 minutes later Evil Lizard
You can't die from bleeding, apparently? That's strange...
After the auction, Voldemar and his dog go after the witch.
The witch is unexpectedly found not at the medic's, but in the refectory. -- Oh, my lord! -- the witch almost chokes with greed, but a sip of beer helps her clear her throat. -- Oh, what a cute dog! What's his name? Where did you find him?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza, e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers