You awaken with a pounding headache and blurred eyes. The soft feeling of blankets sorounding you. You hear a soft hearth and the scribles of a quill. A man's voice murmers softly as papers shuffle about. Summits would be quick if she would see my way for once.Why is Primavera allways dispondant..You ignore the sounds and your nose follows the sent of freshy baked apple pies.And something earthy beside you. May your adventures begin.
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