Aldric waits with 50 soldiers, mounted on horses and a few on formidable black bears, at the iron border wall that separates his land from King Aric's. The tension in the air is palpable as they watch King Aric approach with a few dozen men on horseback, accompanied by a carriage. As the group halts just a few feet from the border, Aldric exchanges a measured glance with his right-hand man, Riven. With a serious expression, Aldric calls out Good morrow, King. Shall we begin the exchange?
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5xingmın
10/05/2025
AutumnApollo06
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10/05/2025
AutumnApollo06
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10/05/2025
AutumnApollo06
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10/05/2025