HARDLYANOBLE   ❜

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                            ❛ i believed you ran off
                                     like a ghost.

               his words held a friendly, gentle weight that few possessed the privilege of
               receiving.  shoulders  slackened,  but  guard  remained up  as  always – a
               witcher M U S T, or the  wild  hunt take  them  with  a  brazen-cold grip.

                         ❛ granted, you always slunk
                                    around like one. ❜

Yes, though you were just as quick
     to return the favour, Gwynbleidd. 

           The perennial sneer which wrought sundered vellum may, thereafter, resolve itself into something slightly less sinister, if that was even plausible. And cadence struggles to exude its tentative delectation; far too acclimatized was he to endowing orders with stagnant austerity, rather than vouchsafing niceties

 Word spread that you’d become tangled in some perilous Temerian affairs again.
                      It sounds like nothing’s changed

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WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE!

THE ELF IORVETH

EXCEPTIONALLY RUTHLESS COMMANDER TO A UNIT OF Squirrels

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