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- And what about him, von Himmel, it's just that right now he's in Gildaria on business. A normal face under the mask? And you say fangs? In the animal and not only world, that means a bloodsucker, or a predator - but not a fetishist coveting someone else's pants. Are you sure you didn't imagine it? And aren't you making up extra facts? - Vargas stares intently into the squire's eyes, then turns his head back and forth a couple of times, examining the carotid artery. He snorts. - Were her ears ours or Sithian, like those of your colleague in state debt? - Have you seen or heard of anyone like that in our city, brother? - the question to the escort. - Oh, yes. This is the Archivist, the chronicler. And this is Alseus, an intern.
if only we could have a link to the city locations in the signature
- And what about him, von Himmel, it's just that he's currently in Gildaria on business. A normal face under the mask? And fangs, you say? In the animal and not only world, that means a bloodsucker, or a predator - but not a fetishist coveting someone else's pants. Are you sure you didn't imagine it? And aren't you making up extra facts? - Vargas stares intently into the squire's eyes, then turns his head back and forth a couple of times, examining the carotid artery. He snorts. - Were her ears ours or Sithian, like those of your colleague in state debt? - Have you seen or heard of anyone like that in our city, brother? - a question to the escort. - Ah, yes. This is the Archivist, the chronicler. And this is Alseus, the intern.
I wish I had a link to the city locations in the signature
— Thank you, — Stefania accepted the gift with a light smile on her face. It remained to be seen whether there was a craftsman in the camp who could make her a bow before the march.
She barely had time to react before Eugene decided to insert the Ikazkan eye into Manka, who was begging with all her might for him not to do so.
— Eugene, stop! — exclaimed the Knight of the Wind, trying to prevent what was happening. But he acted too quickly, and his four warrior women surrounded him and Manka so tightly that Stefania could only do something by using her bow. And attacking her own allies right now, especially in such a situation, was not the best idea. All she could do was silently watch the girl's agony, as the leader literally forced his gift upon her.
— Are you sure this whole eye trick is safe and won't backfire on you or Manka? — Stefania clarified when it was all over. — You could have at least given her a chance to think about whether she needed it.
- In our family, it is customary to say that indecision is death. In this current endeavor, none of us has time to think through every step. - Eugene did not voice that the fate of a random warrior woman with default stats and an AI-generated portrait was indifferent to him, and there was no reason to let good things go to waste. - Well then, shall we rest a bit and hit the road?
Revan, is there anyone in the camp I can go to to have a bow made from horns?
— Thank you, — Stefania accepted the gift with a slight smile on her face. It remained to be seen whether there was a craftsman in the camp who could make her a bow before the march.
She barely had time to react when Eugene decided to insert an Ikazkan eye into Manka, who was begging with all her might for him not to do so.
— Eugene, stop! — exclaimed the Knight of the Wind, trying to prevent what was happening. But he acted too quickly, and his four warrior women surrounded him and Manka so tightly that Stefania could only do something by using a bow. And attacking her own allies, especially in such a situation, was not the best idea. All she could do was silently watch the girl's agony as the leader literally forced his gift upon her.
— Are you sure this whole eye trick is safe and won't come back to haunt you or Manka? — Stefania clarified when it was all over. — You could have at least given her a chance to think about whether she needed it.
- In our family, it is said that indecision is death. In this current endeavor, none of us has time to ponder every step. - Eugene did not voice that the fate of a random warrior woman with default stats and an AI-generated portrait was indifferent to him, and there was no reason for good things to go to waste. - Well then, shall we rest a bit and hit the road?
Revan, is there anyone in the camp I can go to to have a bow made from horns?
"Yes, we reliably shielded the countless horde of traitors, troublemakers, and fanatics of the dark gods from threats in the north. Now they've torn the kingdom apart, and we're still protecting them. Enough! It's time to put these greedy fools in their place! Teach them all a lesson!" – Rezara thought.
– Strange... he should have appeared on his own... – Rezara looked thoughtfully at Adata. – So much has happened, and he never came to our aid... I'll find him. Ah... if only someone could grant us a week of peace! Adata, I don't think I've mentioned it, but that outfit suits you so well! In it, you're more beautiful than Mariarnelia herself! That hairstyle... words cannot describe your charm and grace!
Sometimes you just want to crawl back into your father's eggs and never come out. She's too young for all the crap Tezoth decided to wade into. Adata too... Old but still fiery Deus Renavan is their only hope for a bright future.
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