Whitebark Stream cerno

artyom's continued willingness to explain, and in detail, pleased the reticent soldier. he did not enjoy the art of conversation, but often it was the only way to glean information. eight children was a boast, even if germanicus had not seen the arrangement before. he was in service again, and those who wore the red crest did not question their orders.

easthollow, the sound of sunset. reneian empire, a name which he liked. legion, which he enjoyed more. this world did not suddenly seem so different, and he found himself appreciative of the alliances that artyom had cultivated. no risk then, to be considered. "my father wished me to make a good marriage, for matters of state. i will leave that choice to you when the time comes." already his gildwoven regent did not seem inclined to arrange a mateship, but germanicus knew his own heart, and it would never change from who it had chosen. therefore, he would do what he was able for whitebark in this manner.