Herbalists' Cache κ

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what a pushy bastard of a man, rivaling faust in arrogance. skorpa eyed the glowering warrior then turned a more interested look on the woman. a cold grin of knowingness split his face; he nodded toward her in admiration of battlehewn hardness. she barely spoke and yet she said more than her brother was able.

skorpa stood from caribou-hunter table, indicating he was sure upon his way. "this what i tell them. we share same first-people. we have jarl. not chief-tain." he shrugged.

"jarl would do same."

a step backward, rolling his shoulders. "maybe i see you again, mad reindeer."

turning, skorpa paced away.

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