Happy Life
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- That's what I've been saying, - Amos stated quietly. - A rabble, scum. They talk about lofty goals, but they're ready to tear each other apart for three coppers. I'd say they're the kind of people you'd find on the highway. And the younger they are, the more ruthless they are. Provincial peasants, thugs, orphans - people who haven't had even a tenth of what they've gained in their lives, and greed has taken over. They don't even know what they want.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
