Граф Орлов
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"Ah, civilization!" Alessia thought as, after several hours in a rickety carriage that seemed ready to fall apart, the outlines of Tamfana finally appeared over the hill. "At least it looks like a city."
But reality, once again, failed to live up to expectations, and Tamfana turned out to be a dirty, overly crowded slum where smelly people aimlessly wandered the narrow streets, seemingly lacking not only a goal but also a direction. Countless ugly faces, coming towards her, along the way, to the left, to the right, everywhere, as if in a nightmare, Alessia walked through this mass, covering her face with her hand and already hating the ruler of this land, who allows such horror in his own domain. And yet, even Tamfana, being a real city and not a Gungnir village, offered corresponding opportunities, primarily for spending, but also for earning.
Alessia began her stay here, of course, with spending – restrained extravagance had a certain special charm and had a calming effect on her. She visited "Vitrazh" and, of course, could not resist the temptation to purchase "Interview" – perhaps not only out of her desire to learn about the latest news in the world of politics, but also to see the new, biting remarks of a familiar author. She admired the flower shop – they say that beauty is capable of growing even in the most barren soil, but in Tamfana... it's too incredible. She had even agreed to a "determination of the flower of the heart."
I'll try visiting the acting place later, then I'll play it.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
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Kalentia (10) (43/110)
Renold (10)
Eir (10)
Anselm (5)
Gulveig (5) (96/270) bleeding (5x5)
