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He soaked in the wooden tub, focused on finishing soon so he could leave and dive further into the South East, ignoring in his weariness… how although softly, the gems of the doors these chambers possessed had been glowing continuosly. Resonating to the married ones who unknowingly to the other, missed the partner.

Aslak would not notice. And his journey would commence that morning after sharing his meal with loud men hoping to get infected by their eagerness.

Simple matters were dealt with in the piece of the morning he took to cleanse, between which, the change of the wife’s sheets and fur was requested. For after taking off the clothes, his nose wrinkled disgusted at his own scent, thick in sweat and dirt.

And so… the fall down the crag arrived and was made on the Jazhara’s Tail Guard horses, from the platform in Passim Watersturl, for many were going to join the Archduke in the uncertain journey.