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Let's scroll through the timeline if we can do it without spending too much time (or risking Diablo dropping a nuclear bomb on our house or summoning some minions). If not, we can just leave.
Turns out, she was the wife of the current Elheim ruler (and the mother of Eznir) all along, and the whole point of Serberia holding onto this territory is because of this political marriage, which gives them a claim. But not anymore.
They could have left the potion in the safe and brought the living Countess as evidence...
then they would definitely have taken her as a trophy...
and if they had decided to chop off her head, they should have at least touched her beforehand... it's a pity Anders isn't a complete pervert, otherwise he would be collecting underwear from all the female characters... "as evidence"
“Come on, come on,” Anders chuckled, pulling Isabella’s underwear over his head and engaging in all sorts of shenanigans with her still-warm body. “Who’s in charge in this house now, and who should introduce themselves, huh?”
That's what I thought, but since the squad leader asked... Now we're definitely leaving the slums, taking the corpse with us, and dragging it to the governor's palace. If anyone attacks the group of bloodstained soldiers carrying a female corpse, we immediately drop the corpse on the ground.
They will finally feel the flames Flames that run down through my veins I will make this city burn We're not planning to return
Siverfale
