Nova Peak the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side

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"skorpa of stjernberg," he said without preamble, enjoying the warmth that combination of sounds evoked in his chest. springtime birdsong heralded many things, it appeared, but after near-collision with darukaal, he was not intent upon repeating such.

sapphique. he had not known and he had not cared. perhaps he had known in the way of a light pressure, but no more. another place to be visited and perhaps brought into alliance.

the otter he took and slung it over one shoulder. "thank you. you say pack here before?" skorpa invited with a conversational curiosity, again pressing upon the vein of how much she knew the land.

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