Herbalists' Cache κ

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a man came, bristled, stiff-legged. he barked at once a threat and the bearsword loudly scoffed with as much impulse. "you are stupid fool. i come to peace. am not darukaal," skorpa snapped, though his posture remained rigid and still where he had stopped moving forward.

"his wife. in plain," the words went on. "with my wife. she say sun eater fate not his own. hm?"

"can speak?"

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