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Hearing about sharpened spears, Lerad Frostheart perked up. It seemed that Sarabas had touched upon a topic he found pleasing.
“You have interesting extremes. Concealing knowledge and, suddenly, phalluses,” the head of the Connoisseurs clan chuckled. “That is true. Know this, naive rogue! My member is the largest among all living people today! Not every Vardak can compare to me in skill with handling male attributes. Let's do it this way. I am willing to share my secret method with you. But you will complete a task for me. A service for a service. And maybe I’ll even forgive your audacity.”
Looking closely at Lerad, Sarabas could notice something strange: despite his obvious advanced age and thick gray hair on his face, the first sage was young in body.