Arandor
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Two lackeys step onto the threshold of the Brussels house. The fake Sorceress gasps at the sight of the jewels around.
- Why does this woman live in my house? - she asks Barley quietly. - These are my treasures.
- Ahem, no. - The mistress draws attention to herself. - The job is done, right?
He could have left me a piece or two...
Be strong. Believe