Happy Life
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Siegfried returned to the inn, still kicking cow dung. This useless little town has no purpose. I will plunder it and burn it to the ground when I return from the raid. The Crusher. Although it is bulky, it is foolish to carry it with me. Napalm. The Grinder. The Roller.
Lost in gloomy and unpleasant thoughts, Siegfried reached the inn. Noticing Hostor sitting at a table on the first floor, he sat down next to him.
- Can you imagine a hypothetical settlement where people do nothing but work and eat from dawn to dusk, and then sleep? Wash, repeat.
Lost in gloomy and unpleasant thoughts, Siegfried reached the inn. Noticing Hostor sitting at a table on the first floor, he sat down next to him.
- Can you imagine a hypothetical settlement where people do nothing but work and eat from dawn to dusk, and then sleep? Wash, repeat.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
