As you see evry slave run and hide, the guard down one by one, cut or burning by a bright light. After Five minutes of madness, your saviour come to you, thinking you are the chief of the slave Hey little ... are you okay ? The tifeling girl smile at you and you see some blood on her daguer I'am Esterales, your saviour, and you are ... ?
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1Glabberfasted
05/12/2024